This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

Cause after all the lights and screams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops