Feel me now, picture my pain, embrace my words, make the world change.
Things change that's the way it is.
I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.
Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.
I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man.