You Know The Type: Loud

Growing Up, Politics Never Trickled Down To The Areas We Come From. But People From Obama's Camp, And Obama Himself, Reached Out To Me And Asked For My Help On The Campaign. We've Sat And Had Dinner, And We've Spoken On The Phone. He's A Very Sharp Guy. Very Charming. Very Cool.

We Were Kids Without Fathers, So We Found Our Fathers On Wax And On The Streets And In History, And In A Way, That Was A Gift. We Got To Pick And Choose The Ancestors Who Would Inspire The World We Were Going To Make For Ourselves.

How Could I Be Out There And Not Do Anything?

You Know The Type: Loud As A Motorbike But Wouldn't Bust A Grape In A Fruit Fight.

Their Gunnin' For Me, Want To See Me Fall, You Know My Story, Been Through It All, Times I Felt Like Dyin', But I Ain't Cryin', What Didn't Kill Me, Makes Me Strong As Iron.