Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.

We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup, And even though you're fed up, Huh, ya got to keep your head up.

Instead of of being so metaphorical with the rhyme, I was encouraged to go straight at it and hit it dead on and not waste time trying to cover things.

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

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

Faith my homegirl. I just wanna send a shout out to Faith. Hey girl.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.