It's only my heart that I offer. Please don't eat it.
So early on I was a knucklehead just like everybody else. Fresh out of high school doing the dastardly deeds. My age is 23. I've got a money tree. Bitch. I've seen two decades. I'm a graduate of the most prestigious, Morehouse College, where I studied the basis of all knowledge, philosophy. Check the alumni roll, see the company that I'm in. I'm into thinkers, art, and beautiful people. Focused on floating. It's tattoed on my chest. Joined the Trojan Family to study law. Fightin' On. I'm vacationing in Los Angeles trying to perfect this walk on water. I idolize Jean-Michael. Michael Jackson is my hero. I love my mother. She always receives my highest honor. My left arm phoenix protects me from turning to stone. I'm in love with the world and sometimes these feelings can be so misleeding. Guess who's back? I'm shining on them niggas. Daydreamer on your door step. Im there for life. When I look across the water, all I see is crime in the city. I tried to teach niggas how to be kings, when all they wanted was to be soldiers. Reality is wrongs, dreams are for real. Tupac Shakur said that. We living. We happy. They mad. Fuck em. It's bigger than religion, hip hop. I was dreaming when I wrote this.. forgive me if it goes astray.