Let's get one thing straight; I got nothing to lose/
you ain't talk my talk, you ain't walk in my shoes/
I've changed my life, I'm going through school/
tryina get that cake; tiramisu/

but its "Superbad"; I don't need it/
cuz once I get it, keeping its the biggest secret/
I could save it all, do something big/
but I follow my heart, I just wanna live/

and I ain't living reckless, I'm just living well/
to alleviate keeping marks up; retail/
I barely use punchlines, that's a weak sale/
had to sacrifice to get the point across; me fail/

but enough pre-school rap, lets get back to the real/
I'm tryina spit something, something you truly feel/
something young dude he feel, it is my duty still/
to be the first like black guys in movies killed/

but this is not, a scary movie/
clearly you can see I paid my dues/
the Hitchcock of rap, without a groupie/
you can keep em all man its cool/

no fake love, need only one girl/
I ain't found her yet, but I found the world/
I found my guys, I got my homies/
and you can be one too, if you get to know me/

but for now, my circle's tight/
I'm just being honest, I ain't tryina start a fight/
ain't got no God complex, nor do I think I'm better/
than any other human, nor do I count that cheddar/

put my ideas in units of lumens just for measure/
do it like yo mama with two men, ye just for pleasure/
I'm just joking, I'm bout that unity/
if that's yo mama, she's the mom of you and me/

and when it comes to parents, I always cry/
the other day I seen a scene that brought tears to my eyes/
one proud father, on my bus ride/
one stroller, all his children by his side/

lil baby cryin', toddlers all over/
and the one that was older, catching sleep on his shoulder/
I look around, and what do I see?/
seven black men with the same look as me/

a look of despair, you know how that feel?/
seven hearts with the same innocence that got killed/
I saw it resurface, at that very moment/
man its this life, that keeps my words potent...//