My raps are a decision, rabble rousing, spiritual, like gospel music. I don't want to dance. We have so many things to deal with, we need to talk straight up and down.

I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?

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

All good niggers, all the niggers who change the world, die in violence. They don't die in regular ways.

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

And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie. They show my picture for the crimes of another guy.

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.