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(C Gruber)

I am who I am and I ain't afraid to say it
When I get this album done, maybe alla you could play it
Give it radio time, when ya spinnin' my rhymes
My rap sheet is all mine, fillin' up with my crimes
Sure, I grew up middle class, and working class as well
I got plenty problems of my own, my own tales to tell
I got riches of embarrassment; it's not like I denied it
Think I'd end up looking stupid if I ever tried to hide it
I'm proud to be from Jersey, but now I'm in the South
Be rare for a drawl to be coming outta my mouth
Yeah, that's true -- I betcha never thought of that
I'm hip-hop through and through; yeah, it's a proven fact
I'm braggadocio, I'm strength, and I'm unique
I can tell ya 'bout myself if ya'd like - ya gotta week?
I been in the music and the culture since I was eight
So if ya got a minute, I'm about to demonstrate

Here I am, I'm a man
With my manifesto
Here I stand, I'm a man
With my manifesto

I been down these roads before, so trust me when I teach
I got some life experience, so forgive me if I preach
Don't dismiss me out of hand, 'cause then ya shut yourself out
You choose the ignorance 'cause you don't know what I'm about
I'm trying to drop a lesson, so you can get value from my songs
Ya need to learn to care so you can tell what's right from wrong
Ya gotta learn to follow rules before you'll know just how to break 'em
Don't obsess about real if all you are is into fakin'
Selling out ain't about profit, it's about your principles
We have too many kids coming up, they think they're invincible
One day they may be asked to sell their soul for some ice
They better get some proper learning so they won't be thinking twice
They need to get an education, not 'bout how to make the stacks
They need that inner strength, they need to know all the facts
Just listen to the lesson and, remember, ride the bus
We're the sum of everything that influences us

Now we move into politics, the condition that be runnin' me
"But you can't talk about politics in polite company!"
Fuck polite company -- I thought you taught me to be honest
So let me continue on this topic; listen, 'cause I'm on this
I'm a liberal in my blood, a social democrat, really
The only way to help all people is give of yaself freely
Pay ya taxes, vote in every election, and feed ya head every day
I see no value in religion, ain't no worth in tryin' to pray
If you can't find moral center without invisible men
Ya ain't got much of a center, might as well just not pretend
And don't be pulling Pascal's Wager on me: "But what if it's true?"
There ain't no afterlife and I know you're afraid of that too
If some of these words seem too harsh and they happen to offend
I apologize if it hurts, but keeping it real is my ultimate end
Don't claim to have all the answers but I picked up a few insights
But don't condemn this motherfucker, 'cause ya know I might be right

© 2007 Cap City Music