And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.

I'm tired of being a nice guy, I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why.

If you fall stand tall and come back for more.

My music will mean something. I'll have my own production company. I'm doing my own movies. I have my own restaurant. I just wanna expand.

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

And did you ever stop to think that im old enough to go to war but i aint old enough to drink.

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