[INTRO: SON ROB]
Ayo, uh huh, it's son rob. Alright, Gangstarr, uh huh uh huh. Okay...

[VERSE 1: SON ROB]
My advice to you is brother listen to yourself. Because, when this shit ain't moving, ain't nobody trying to help. You're trying to move away from negativity you've dealt with in the past, but problems still reaching like the top shelf. Pops ain't been the same, from walker to the cane, to barely even talking in that wheelchair that he chained. I'm aching just to help but what's the difference if I try? He used to tell me about the power of the mind. And man, strolling in public? To me, that's bad news. If you ain't good at relating, you learn it mad soon. The reality of it is that them payments past due, and they keep throwing bills at you. Man see I might be rude, but it ain't like me dude. So best know that in my heart, something spite me dude. Flawed, maybe too much. Yeah, that might be true. Stay true to yourself. That's my advice to you. Uh huh...

[VERSE 2: SON ROB]
Alright... A thankful dispatch to all of my friends. I'm sorry we don't talk, I had to double my ends. I hope we meet again. My memories of them, I wear them on my heart like an emblem. Kind of lost at the crossroads, my path ain't clear. Momma really trying to guide me but I'll take it from here. Trying to be my own man. And when I check in the mirror, It's like I seen the guy I've idolized for all of these years. I'm stuck stressing until the ink is dry and all the passion gone, and we don't need the fans to buy the shirts or blast the songs, and all my dreams accomplished. I could die a happy man, never to ever forget the Klan... I wanna know if they'll listen to what I have to say. I just wanna be heard. I want this to match the plays. My brother told me work, they won't be nice to you. Not much to add to that, that's my advice to you