How could you do me like that I took ya family in put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again

I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.

I heard a rumor I died, Murdered in cold blood dramatized, Pictures of me in my final state, You know mama cried, But that was fiction, Some coward got the story twisted, Like I no longer existed, Mysteriously missin', I'm known worldwide baby, I ain't hard to find.

When you do rap albums, you got to train yourself. You got to constantly be in character.

I turn to a life of crime cause I came from a broken family.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

My mother was a woman. A black woman. A single mother. Raising two kids on her own. So she was dark skinned. Had short hair. Got no love from nobody except for a group called the Black Panthers. So that's why she was a Black Panther.