I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?

I'm a reflection of the community.

I only wrote one song in jail. But I'm writing new album - you're going to feel the entire 11 months of what I went through on this album. I'm venting my anger.

Now up and atom it's on, I was raised to be strong, and mama told me be a thug since the day I was born. The fame was a plot to try a change me, and what's strange is nobody knew my name.

And now i'm like a major threat, 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.

The third always speaks the unspeakable words.