The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask.

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.

For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean

I am society’s child. This is how they made me and now I’m sayin’ what’s on my mind and they don’t want that. This is what you made me, America.

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

And did you ever stop to think that im old enough to go to war but i aint old enough to drink.

Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent, I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went.