I AM GUILTY OF WRITING PROFUSELY...
AND DETERMINED TO EARN WHAT I CHOOSE TO BE...
CIRCLELIN THE FIELD GOT ME TO YIELD AND PAY ATTENTION...
IN SO CAL THE VOCAL HAS A NEW GENERATION...
I'M AN EIGHTIES BABY LIKE ACT LIVE'S ATTIRE...
WEST FROM THE STAPLES CENTER SPITTING FIRE...
BORN AND RAISED IN THE HEART OF LA...
OBSERVIN THE SERVIN PART OF WHERE I STAY...
I WAS WITNESS TO THE RIOTS IN 1992...
IT NEARLY FORCE ME OUT OF ELEMENTARY SCHOOL...
IN MIDDLE SCHOOL I DEVELOPED A HABIT TO WRITE...
WRITING POEMS OF "SO CALLED LOVE" EVERY NIGHT...
BEFORE I GOT TO HIGH SCHOOL MY FATHER DIED...
ASLEEP IN THE BACK SEAT FLEW OUT OF THE RIDE...
IN HIGH SCHOOL A SAW THINGS FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE...
AND SO IN LIFE IT CHANGED WHAT I HAD AS AN OBJECTIVE...
I DITCHED A WHOLE LOT JUST TO WRITE ALONG THE SHORE...
FEELIN THE BREEZE IN THE SUMMER MADE ME WANT MORE...
IN RESULT, I ENDED UP IN PROBATION SCHOOL...
GOT SEARCHED EVERYDAY AND TREATED LIKE A FOOL...
AT THE SAME TIME I GOT INTRODUCED TO THESE STREETS...
AND STARTED RECORDING MY VOICE ONTO KNOWN BEATS...
MY BROTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME NOT TO GIVE IN,
"YOU DONT NEED TO BE A GANGSTA TO FIT IN..."
MY SENIOR YEAR I BECAME A STRAIGHT THUG...
FELT MORE HATRED IN MY VEINS RATHER THAN LOVE...
THE YEARS PASSED AND THEN MY BROTHER DIES...
I GOT THE NEWS ON CHRISTMAS DAY... SURPRISE...
IF YOU FAST FORWARD THE TAPE...
YOU’LL FIND ME… DOS THE GREAT...
MAYBE I’LL TRY HARDER THE NEXT TIME...
BUT FOR NOW THIS IS FINE…[DOS]