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 Passed 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 chamelon, 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 I'm living now, fuck back in the day Does freedom have a meaning if you trapped in your ways I'm Queensbridge most respected rapper That ain't gone change...