text: They say They never really miss you til you dead or you gone.
  So on that note, Im leavin after the song
  So you aint gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
  At least let me tell you why Im this way, hold on
  I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves
  Who made love under the sycamore tree
  Which makes me a more sicker MC, and my momma would claim
  At 10 pounds, when I was born, I didnt give her no pain
  Although through the years I gave her her fair share
  I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here
  She knows my purpose wasnt purpose; I aint perfect, I care
  But I feel worthless ‘cause my shirts wasnt matchin my gear
  Now Im just scratchin the surface
  Cause whats buried under there
  Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
  I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted
  But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted, hold on
  Shawn was a very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a funny story is at 4 he taught himself how to ride a bike. A two-wheeler at that, isnt that special? But I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up
  Now, all the teachers couldnt reach me
  And my momma couldnt beat me
  Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seein me
  So, with that disdain in my membrane
  Got on my pimp game; fuck the world, my defense came
  Then DeHaven introduced me to the game
  Spanish Jose introduced me to caine, Im a hustler now
  My gear is in and Im in the in-crowd
  And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now
  My self-esteem went through the roof, man, I got my swag
  Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
  Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
  Supposedly, knowin nobody paid Jaz wack-ass
  Im gettin ahead of myself; by the way, I could rap
  But that came second to me movin this crack
  Gimme a second, I swear, I would say about my rap career
  Til 96 came, niggas, Im here, goodbye
  Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping until the wee hours of the morning. And then I bought him a boom box, and his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble
  Goodbye to the game, all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
  Your blood boils you in the spot, knowin cops could rush
  And you in a drop, youre so easy to touch
  No two days are alike except the first and fifteenth, pretty much
  And trust is a word you seldom hear from us
  Hustlers, we dont sleep, we rest one eye up
  And the drought will define a man when the well dries up
  You learn the worth of water without work
  You thirst til you die, yup!
  And niggas get tied up for product
  And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
  To show mothers they really got em
  And this was the stress I lived with
  Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin, I pray Im forgiven
  For every bad decision I made, every sister I played
  ‘Cause Im still paranoid to this day
  And its nobodys fault, I made the decisions I made
  This is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me
  If you cant respect that, your whole perspective is wack
  Maybe youll love me when I fade to black
  If you cant respect that, your whole perspective is wack
  Maybe youll love me when I fade to black
  Now if you cant respect that, your whole perspective is wack
  Maybe youll love me when I fade to black
  If you cant respect that, your whole perspective is wack
  Maybe youll love me when I fade...