I Live In L.a. Because My Kids

Through The Lights Cameras And Action, Glamour Glitters And Gold I Unfold The Scroll, Plant Seeds To Stampede The Globe.

I Want You To Know Who I Am: What The Streets Taste Like, Feel Like, Smell Like. What The Cops Talk Like, Walk Like, Think Like. What Crackheads Do - I Wanted You To Smell It, Feel It. It Was Important To Me That I Told The Story That Way Because I Thought That It Wouldn't Be Told If I Didn't Tell It.

God Gushed Me Out His Nuts, The Devil Swallowed Me Up And I Burnt A Hole In His Guts

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat.

If You Really Believe In Yourself And Your Music That Much, You're Gonna Do Your Thing, Regardless What People Say.