The trials and tribulations of vile rigid obstructions
that this career pledged, feels like infinite concussions
inseprable from my mind now im susceptable to losses
of more then a portion, this misfortune...who brought this?
must be me, for i agreed to rap and dominate the streets
but at the same time embarked on problems i never wanted to meet
this can be as beautiful as an iridescent streak
but fame and green cant be caged its unleashed upon my feet
a grave future lurks, will this curse be worth 30 million sales?
or will i become a case of lost thoughts, an excerpt of a fairy tale
i basically sold my life unguarded to the problems of this space
cant even get some gas without some fans gettin gassed off my face?
like oh thats him an autograph, a picture please oh please
a few or more ok fine but dam! you fillin up the streets
the prejudiced people boycotted him, he took freedoms for granted
the type of people that burned chinamen, just cuz their eyes were slanted
and unable to reconsile or retreat back a while
to where a regular person he was...no flagrant styles
but rappin was his life, explainable only to few
thought he could continue through his voyage to change peoples views
on the difference of real hip hop and mainstream as it is
contrary to belief this man actually cared about what he spit
but suprisingly what he spit was liked by adults and kids
old people and business's his versatality was infinite
therefore he had a fan base triple that of any other
and many problems at hand more dillusional then any other
a man asked him if he would ever quit and throw it in the gutter
he responded he wouldnt ever take it back...not without a studder