But I never write to remain silent."
Commercial like pop or underground like black markets/
Where were you the day hip-hop died/
Is it too early to mourn, is it too late to ride?
TOO LATE! TOO LATE!
"People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a christian
I ain't a muslim, ain't a jew
I'm losing my religion
I speak to god directly
I know my god respect me
Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me"
"No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
Till you spill your guys like you a Garcia Vega
We roll blunts not the papers
Cop the greatest take it coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators"
And on and on and on...