yo as i spit dis it just what comes ta mind/ questions and many words dat rhyme/like how can i get in da music game and take what i feel dats mine/still i anylize more and wonder should i turn to a life of crime/cause workin part time for nickles and dimes ain't gettin it/i need real cash and it seem da only way rap and or crack and pushin it/as these thought engulf my mind/ as everyday i drown my sorrows in weed and achohol/a nigga feels da pressure and it ain't light at all/dese flows is all i have these thoughts from da heart/all i want is a platinum album and a sea of money to part/big dreams and doin big things is what i'm about/i dress hip hop so people think i'm a speak ignorance every time i open my mouth/ so my peoples when you read dese rhymes think of da realness and say whats on yo mind