Gangsta Rap is dead. I've moved on. And the raps that I'm rappin to my community shouldn't be filled with rage? They shouldn't be filled with same attrocities that they gave me? The media they don't talk about it, so in my raps I have to talk about it, and it seems foreign because there's no one else talking about it.

My mother taught me three things, respect, knowledge-search for knowledge, it's an eternal journey. That's like my hair-cut, the line, 360 degrees, find knowledge always. And she taught me to not be quiet, if there's something on my mind speak it. But also to listen.

Driving by my ambitions, desire higher positions, to see eternally and my mission, to be more than just a rap musician.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?

People die and people cry people want me dead.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest.