Sometimes I sit back, look at my life n' start laughing,
Instead of picking up a bat a helmet or some cleats,
I started rappin'
I ain't mad u could go for the gold, I'm goin' for tha platinum,
Used to live a life of crime before I started to rhyme,
But never served any time thank god,
N' I thought I got all my beatings as a child,
But it seems these cops r' makin' up for lost time,
Itz 1999 flip it upside down n' read the signs,
Itz wild I'm surrounded by coke crooked cops n' crack,
We're approaching the millennium n' we still got folks thatz
Anti-Black
N' we got folks that'll look at me as a uncle tom
For appearin' on this track
But F' That
We gonna mix tha rock wit tha rhyme,
N' get wild like December 31, 1999,
Haa!

Itz  tha same from Orlando to Houston,
Little kidz boostin'
Parents child abusing then angry kidz start shootin'
My dad calls me a nuisance cuz he thinks my music
Is noise pollution
He wants me to be a physician only if he could put hisself
In my position
My dream iz to be a musician but I gotta pay tuition,
I wish he'd stop doing all tha talkin' n' maybe for once
Listen
Life's confusing
I think I'm better off puttin' a 38 to my head n' start
Shooting… whatz tha use that'll be expected
But ever since I picked up a mic my life's been resurrected,
When I rhyme I get sicker than dyslexics ,
But no matter what I spit tha main stream will never
Respect it… I'm black so,
I can't be president my chances are anorexic,
Even if I make straight A's n' never get arrested,
We should give tha death penalty to child molesters,
Gimme a track n' I'll bless it,
Tha realest you guessed it,
Trev Luciano Jonesbox,
Ya heard,
   So check it