I'm On My Knees Begging, Please Come

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

Hate To Sound Sleazy, But Tease Me, I Don't Want It If It's That Easy

So Many Other Things For Us To See, Things To Be, Our History So Full Of Tragedy And Misery.

I'm Just As Guilty For Not Doing Anything As I Am For Doing Things. Not With Case (the 1994 Sexual Abuse Conviction), But Just My Life. I Was So Scared Of This Responsibility That I Was Running Away From It. But I See Now That Whether I Show Up For Work Or Not, The Evil Forces Are Going To Be At Me. They're Going To Come 100 Percent.