In A Position To Make A Difference,

In My Brain All I Think About Is Fame.

I Try To Find My Way In The World You Know, I Try To Be Somebody Instead Of Just, Make Money Off Of Everybody.

I Rap About Fighting Back. I Make It Uncomfortable By Putting Details To It. It Might Not Have Been Politically Correct But I've Reached Somebody; They Relating To Me. They Relate To The Brutal Honesty In The Rap.

I'm Gonna Tie You Up, Blind Fold You, And We Gonna Play Which Hole Feel The Best.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?