Til God return me to my essence/Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many tried to plot/That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down/I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?/They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha

They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs/in my cell, thinkin, 'Hell, I know one day I'll be back'

It seems to me a long way to go just to sit in a non-drinking, non-smoking environment on the offchance your name is called. ... It's as if you are entered int…

Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

You know, many a man realizes late in life that if when he was a boy he had known what he knows now, instead of being what he is he might be what he won't; but…