[Verse 1: Hasan Salaam] -My humble slice of Americana Been cut and stepped on with s**, liquor and marijuana Father chose bottle over the fam Mama held it down with more jobs than you can count on your hand Grandma would have me in church all day But saw god for the 1st time with pops in AA Playing games with his 1 day sober key chains B4 he back at the bar hitting snow hard as a ski range Finding me sane in them damn ink blotches Got a longer wait than fans for Dre's detox is When black lords was videoed ko's I was naughty by nature getting O.P.P. like hey ho 1 track mind couldn't tell me nothing either After that spike lee joint was called a product of the fever Jungle boy always up in some trouble boy Thieving, mischeiving and always tryna see double boy $$$ [Verse 2: Hasan Salaam] It goes Hip-Hop don't stop the body rock Dropped school and kicked out my Mama spot Got bills streets was hot up in the melting pot So my s** pistol pop popped the money shot Ain't Never been a follower (I'm a) Philanthropist, philosopher Poet and p**nographer Feds wanna bust me Pigs wanna cuff me Mullahs wanna shush me like Salman Rushdie Snakes gone discuss me Their ways disgust me But truth is none of them could f** with me trust me I made it this far despite all of the odds If you can't believe in yourself how you believe in a god I'm a man on a mission All fact no fiction True to myself and all of my contradictions Read the encryption where the moral to the story is Life's only black and white when developing the negatives...