I Wake Up In The Morning And

Institutionalized, I Live My Life A Product Made To Crumble.

My Cellmate's Raped On The Norm, And Passed Around The Dorm, You Can Hear His Asshole Getting Torn.

Don't Support The Phonies, Support The Real

Gangsta Rap Is Dead. I've Moved On. And The Raps That I'm Rappin To My Community Shouldn't Be Filled With Rage? They Shouldn't Be Filled With Same Attrocities That They Gave Me? The Media They Don't Talk About It, So In My Raps I Have To Talk About It, And It Seems Foreign Because There's No One Else Talking About It.

If You Could Walk A Mile In My Shoes You'd Be Crazy Too.