If Your Heart Was As Big As

My Mom Put Me Away At 7. I Enjoyed It... Being In Institutions, I Got Three Meals A Day, Clothes.

I Paint The Walls With His Blood.

I Stand Before You A Weekend Version Of Your Reflection Begging For Direction, For My Soul Needs Resurrection.

I Need To Say What's In My Heart, And You Call It A Style

You Can't Speak For The People Unless You're Able To Walk Amongst The People. And How Many Of These Rappers Out Here Actually Hang Out With Regular People?