i got love for real dudes good brothas dont respect suckas what want for myself i want for others i had holes in socks and my draws growin up stressin didnt have a lot of money and material possessions pop warner and little league pitched played out field had a valet times hill and paper route to help pay the bills my hood is a battlefield lots of talent a skill women smart enough to be journalists like federico winfield we hollow broke we or got the latest iphone a zap it or choke in the lebron zone cant remember your sat but to every e40 song you can recite every lyric and rap along we living in different day such challenging times financial binds senselessness crimes i was talkin to my og he did 20 for real he said if i had some bread i wouldnt put none of these niggas in my will because they turn like a steering wheel and forget you when you in jail they didnt write me or nothin no commissary no mail thats what he said to me so i pulled out a g even though he used to run with my uncle i was just 3 years old with a snotty nose and observing him being nosey soaking up game and ear husslin while they trade war stories thugin and bustin death and destruction chaos and catastrophe triump and tragedy  dont shoot him dont shoot the messenger i dont come from money i come from fried baloney starvin and thirsty eb key cards pop a murphy lord have mercy its brutal and murky out here on the ave where the mail mans scared to come in you cant catch a cab me and my partnas be gettin together drinkin smokin herb talkin bout reincarnation comin back as a bird i was channel surfing watchin the word network cause i get inspired when i here the ministry of joyce myers i use my rushcard to order her tapes or should i say dvds hers and td jakes is it any good people left on this earth that show pity that will do anything for their relatives give up a kidney but would their relatives do the same for them i dont know youll be surprised how selfish people can be even kin folk i cant imagine me goin to hell the devils a liar what you wanna be i wanna be one of gods angels when i die the pearly gates not the underworld in the afterlife at the end of the tunnel will there be light will the sky be purple will the grass be blue will i recognize my family will they know me too living on this earth is a test behold when god call we cant put in on hold im just the writer not the editor here go my letter dont shoot the messenger hey i like to say to ugh all the industry people out there to that ugh has control of what we call hiphop like for people to put more of an effort for hiphop to be what it was instead of the culture of violence that it is right now you know theres a lot of things going you know what i mean theres a lot of people that put in a lot of time you the break dancers the graffiti artist people rappin all over the world and i think it means a lot i mean it means a lot to people like me that for all my life ive been in hiphop and it should more than just somebody standin on the side a the road selling dope i mean that may or may not have its place too because its there but im just sayin i ain t neva shot nobody i ain t neva stab nobody im 45 years old and i ain t i ain t got no criminal record you know what i mean the only thing ive ever done is care about my music so i mean so while we teaching people what it is about life in the ghetto then we should be teaching people what life is in the ghetto me tryna grown up and come up out of the ghetto and we need everybodys help out there to make it happen hiphop needs to grow up and im a grown man im a be doin hiphop all my life i need somebodys help to help me do it so lets get this thing done