I ain't forget the hunger pangs Stomach growlin' like thunder and rain Fame calmed the savage that I once became My status wasn't established from trying to get a name It came from serving addicts lead and automatics bang My physical form grew stronger in a Riker's Island cage Only as to weaken so many of my people Pa**ed away like leaves in the wind Or kids blowing ashes from trays I possess the ghetto essence of that which I portray I'm an emotional chameleon, see, how I adapt to pain Before we enjoy the sun, we must first get past the rain A lyricist similar to Donnie Hathaway Clearly superior to many, all I really lacked was fame The true meaning that fact remains My presence is felt like the knicks when Patrick reigned