It's foul what this money could do, cash corrupts the loyal.

You have to keep your vision clear, cause only a coward lives in fear.

The flaws, the mistakes I make - that's the real me.

Whats up with your motto? Will you lead? Will you follow?

The further I get, the further I want to go

My weapon of choice is my voice.

I want you to know who I am: what the streets taste like, feel like, smell like. What the cops talk like, walk like, think like. What crackheads do - I wanted you to smell it, feel it. It was important to me that I told the story that way because I thought that it wouldn't be told if I didn't tell it.