I never cut myself before, except in a mishap shaving,
I was never the kid people yelled at or got mad at for misbehaving.
I was the church boy, always did what he was told,
Everything in my life was going well, until the day that blunt was rolled.
Then my perspectives changed so I started writing about them,
How no one knew my pain and how I was fighting feeling within them.
My stuff was complicated, and maybe even a little far fetched,
But heck, I was only 15 why was I gonna worry about getting a check?
I continued to smoke and write until one day my life took a turn,
My drug dealer got busted so now I was smokeless and my stomach churned.
I went through depression, country went in inflation, mom wanted intervention,
I started messin with multis and wordplay like performing was my destination.
I sold out to society, to a price which really wasn't worth the cons,
Cuz then I had people hating on me that once used to love my rhymes.
Finally stress got to me, so I decided to get out of the business to live,
But then someone told me that I had nothing left to give.
I would always be famous, and I could never change that, no matter what,
I was only 23 when this happened so I still had tears when years came up.
People told me they loved me, my beats were catchy, or the hooks were original,
I just rapped bout gangs, death, poverty, guess my message was too subliminal.
One night I was thinking about writing a story that would change some lives,
That instead of dancing to it, they might try and find the message hidden inside.
So I started writing as the beat flowed in my head through cheap headphones,
I thought maybe if I used them, it would help drive the message home.
'My message wasn't clear and now it's time to help people see the truth,
I've never done what I rap about, I've never had to walk to school in boots.
I never had to shoot someone or avoid a neighborhood cuz of violence,
In fact, around 9:30 my town always went into complete silence.
No matter what people say, music plays a factor in life like childhood developement,
Believe me I wouldn't be telling you lies, this is the truth and how I'm tellin it.
Music determines many things, but don't let it be your descisions or how you think,
Because people just try to say how they see it, even if it means bleeding ink....'

The verse remains unfinished due to fans that felt that he had sold out,
Never knowing that the truth of his lyrics was just starting to come out.
Before you judge someone, read and talk to them, and maybe you'll find the message,
Or you can do your homework listening to the music on top of your dresser.
Music artists don't bleed blood, because that's not what runs through their veins,
They live for the oppertunity to help the world, at least the ones who write from their brains.
Those who rap for money and wealth, never see their mistake,
Even though they can convince some people they are real, others see they're fake.
Write what you know, not what people want to hear or read,
Because who knows, maybe you will be the next artist who will bleed.