Now up and atom it's on, I was raised to be strong, and mama told me be a thug since the day I was born. The fame was a plot to try a change me, and what's strange is nobody knew my name.

If God wanted me to be quiet he would’ve never showed me what he does.

While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.

I'm on my knees begging, please come and save me.

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.

I'm a reflection of the community.