In Manhattan, and its true on some level till this day; its a whole different mentality from the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens, which I didn't know at the time - because you basically just know your neighborhood.

I don't write, I build a rhyme.

Learn your past, find your path.

You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue.

The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.

Getting high off life is more than enough, and peer pressure ain't peer pressure when a boy is tough.

I was always talking about what I could and would do, and you would always make rhymes about the competion even though we werent thinking about competition.