Damn, Tell Me Where Did All The

I've Been Hated By Many, Wanted By Plenty, Disliked By Some, But Confronted By None.

Secrets You Were Telling Everybody But Me.. Don't Be Fooled By The Money I'm Still Just Young And Unlucky, I'm Surprised You Couldn't Tell

I Wish That We Lived In A Time And A Generation Where People Would Stop Viewing My Honesty As Overly Emotional. People Always Act Like I Spend My Life Crying In A Dark Room. I Don't, I'm Good. I'm A Man. I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Don't Think People Realize That We Die, We Leave Here, And Either They Forget About You Or Remember You. And How They Remember You Is Up To You. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.

In This Game You Only Lose When You Fight Back

My City Love Me Like Mac Dre In The Bay