Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.

Make me wanna kill myself, but I see death around the corner.

I remember crying all the time. My major thing growing up was I couldn't fit in. Because I was from everywhere, I didn't have no buddies that I grew up with...Every time I had to go to a new apartment, I had to reinvent myself, myself. People think just because you born in the ghetto you gonna fit in. A little twist in your life and you don't fit in no matter what. If they push you out of the hood and the White people's world, that's criminal...Hell, I felt like my could be destroyed at any moment.

The third always speaks the unspeakable words.

Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble.

We don't need no more rappers, we don't need no more basketball players, no more football players. We need more thinkers. We need more scientists. We need more managers. We need more mathematicians. We need more teachers. We need more people who care; you know what I'm saying? We need more women, mothers, fathers, we need more of that, we don't need any more entertainers

No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.