So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.

Before I write I let my mind go blind and let the lord do his thing.

fear no man but only God

I rap about fighting back. I make it uncomfortable by putting details to it. It might not have been politically correct but I've reached somebody; They relating to me. They relate to the brutal honesty in the rap.

Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.

Time to heal our women, be real to our women. And if we don't, then we'll have a race of babies, that hate the ladies that make the babies.

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