I Am Not A Businessman. I Am

Everybody Can Tell You How To Do It But They Never Done It

As Sure As This Earth Is Turnin, Souls Burnin / In Search Of Higher Learnin, Turnin In Every Direction Seeking Direction / My Moms Cryin Cause Her Insides Are Dyin / Her Son Tryin Her Patience, Keep Her Heart Racin / A Million Beats A Minute, I Know I Push You To Your Limit / But It's This Game, Love—i'm Caught Up All In It / They Make It So You Can't Prevent It, Never Give It / You Gotta Take It, Can't Fake It, I Keep It Authentic

I Couldn't Even Think About Wanting To Be Something Else; I Wouldn't Let Myself Visualize Another Life. But I Wrote Because I Couldn't Stop. It Was A Release, A Mental Exercise, A Way Of Keeping Sane.

Only He Without Sin Can Tell Me If My Means Justify My Ends.

The Day Obama Got Elected, The Gangsta Became Less Relevant.