Play The Game, Never Let

Though Things Change, The Future's Still Inside Of Me.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

Even As A Little Seed, I Could See His Plan For Me. Stranded On Welfare, Another Broken Family.

Let Me Say For The Record, I Am Not A Gangster And Never Have Been. I'm Not The Thief Who Grabs Your Purse. I'm Not The Guy Who Jacks Your Car. I'm Not Down With People Who Steal And Hurt Others. I'm Just A Brother Who Fights Back. I'm Not Some Violent Closet Psycho. I've Got A Job. I'm An Artist.

And Everyday I Read The Paper, There's Another Lie. They Show My Picture For The Crimes Of Another Guy.