Watch me, diamonds shining looking like I robbed Liberace.
They say it's the white man I should fear, But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here.
How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?
I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
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.
I did not wanted to become the victim, so became the bully.