In My Mind I'ma Fighter,

I Can't Tell You What It Really Is, I Can Only Tell You What It Feels Like.

I Don't Even Know How To Speak Up For Myself, Because I Don't Really Have A Father Who Would Give Me The Confidence Or Advice.

Say There's A White Kid Who Lives In A Nice Home, Goes To An All-white School, And Is Pretty Much Having Everything Handed To Him On A Platter - For Him To Pick Up A Rap Tape Is Incredible To Me, Because What That's Saying Is That He's Living A Fantasy Life Of Rebellion.

It's Just Hard When You've Spent So Much Time On Something, Writing And Recording, Laying The Vocals, Getting The Hook Right, Getting The Beat Right, Making Everything Sound Right - You Spent A Freaking Week Trying To Make It Sound Perfect, And Someone Comes Along And Shoots It Down.

Rap Will Never Be The Same As Before