But they don’t understand that it’s deeper than that, like they don’t understand that it’s deeper than rap. I peep from the back; I watch all you people react. I’m seeking the facts, no longer speaking on tracks. It’s not that I can’t, I just got nothing to prove. It’s like going ham, I probably got something to lose. Some say I’m the man but they don’t know what I do. Others say that I can’t, like I really listen to you. Not time on my mind, neither is the dollars and cents. There’s more on the line, especially if I catch an offense. I do what I gotta, but a lot of things don’t make sense, not saying it’s nada, but is it worth what is spent? I look at the moon, and I shield my eyes from the sun. I tie up my shoes, but I ain’t preparing to run. They must want us scared, but why I care if you holding a gun? Look at what is here. Don’t (just) pay attention to some.