another 4 weeks in the land of no hope. dude this the international house of dope. last person you be seein here aint the pope. i just dont wanna go these the words that i spoke. i feel like noone here for real. this sentimental value sht is surreal. how you expect me to choose, deal or no deal. i gotta eat somehow its meal or no meal. i dun kno what it is from me she wanna peel. i dun kno if she want me to whip out the blue pants straight up navy seal. or just straight out show the appeal. this field, of confusion aint what i wana yield,to you. walken down the street wit the freshest of fresh. cruisen sesame with my progressive transgress. finished all that shit god call the obsessive mans quest. so what im trying to say is i still a sucessive mans mess. i compaq that shit into a little red box. pack it air tight till it reach the top. won't believe my immunity,it don't leave my security. i got it boring and safe like some gated community. the answers to my questions aint comen soon. i still got some dirty shit on you. imagine a polluted english lagoon, thats you, boo.

this is all fresh being fresh plz enjoy (rapp) man im from my philly home of the cliff lee a year of my life straight up 1,2,3, east street homies call that silly street, nigga that was my sesame street home to the rocky tribute mothafucka we gonna ship shut your shit or we gonna pick you, up walk outta philly with a pretty picture, in your hand the liberty bell gonna make you lick her, and..... then i lived in jersey home of the hershey jay-z's nets jersey their losing record your only worry my memories blurry i gotta hurry graduated from there and i moved to the chi-town nigga you had the i-pod, homie i had the i-frown you were on the internet, i was callen it my town high town? it turned to the lie-town i left there and it turned to the i-go-down town my dad lost his job so we moved to california now im surrounded by a giant group of people that adore me now im rounded by a giant clique of people that support me i aint ever have a mothafucka fucka that report me i aint ever have a fucka sink so low that he ignore me a found a place where i can live forever chillen all the time and stayen together morever, like chris brown's "forever"