I wanted to say what wasn't being said. I wanted to give people a real story. I wanted people to know people like me exist in the world.
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
I set it off with my own rhyme / cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous.
I don't want to disappoint - that's a nightmare to me.
Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel. 'Cause I'm my own master, my Pop told me be your own boss. Keep integrity at every cost.