Im an artist,tryna get my paper straight/ So my people can eat off me like paper plates/ i put white out in streets like paper mate/ to hold my money down like paper weights/ now im deep in thought,feelin crazy str8/ my life was hard,hard as my tightest bars/ im in anotha galaxy,hangin with brighter stars/ thats how i write.. to lighten my scars/ so feel me, cuz i gotta eat till these heated streets kill me!