I hate my job so I always look to a better day// Far from New York city on a tropical getaway// But not in Miami// 'Cause these white Cuban anti-Castros can't stand me// That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy// After this racist latinos will god damn me// But my black people love me// And when i go to South America people try to hug me Cause I talk about reality that effects them// And even though I blew up I could never neglect them// What kind of revolutionary action would that be// I'd be catogorized with practically every other emcee// But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts// Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be wack// I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped// And even if I get k**ed I'll inevitibly be back// Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt// Don't ever compare me to small minded criminal kats// I k** kids on tracks like Dale Earnhart// Spit on your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark// I was born a genius but I learned to be street smart// My vacation just started I'm out to the Caribbean// Swimming in dominican women the colour of cinnamon// You motherf**ers wish you had the life style I'm living in// [East coast to west coast and everything stuck in between// This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams// This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems// But I'ma make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes] X2