I came from the South Side of Chicago wanting to be a rap artist and make videos.
Time is real, we can't rewind it... Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did.
I love black thighs, you sisters better realize That real hair and real eyes get real guys. So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind...
I met this girl when I was ten years old, And what I loved most she had so much soul. She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me.
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
I wonder if these wack niggas realize they wack, And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap.
I believe in heaven more than hell, lessons more than jail. In the ghetto, let love prevail with a story to tell. My eyes see the glory, and well, The world waiting for me to yell, "I Have A Dream!"
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl Turnin' this woman's womb into a tomb But she and I agree, a seed we don't need You would've been much more than a mouth to feed But someone I would've fed this information I read To someone my life for you I would've had to leave Instead I led you to death.
I start thinking: How many souls hip-hop has affected? How many dead folks this art resurrected? How many nations this culture connected? Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Burn a Bush cause for peace he no push no button. Killing over oil and grease, no weapons of destruction, How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one?
I am to hip-hop what Obama is to politics
Even through the unseen, I know that God watches, From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us.
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win...