
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they Regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
And the struggle of the brothas and the folks
With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes
Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder
Went from rocky starter to the voice of a martyr
While white folks focus on dogs and yoga
My people on the low end try to ball and get over
Lyrics are like liquor for the fallen soldiers
From the bounce to the ounce, its all our culture
Everyday we hustlin, tryna get them custom rims
Law we ain’t trusting them, thick broads we lust in them
Sick and tired of punchin' in, I look on the bus at them
When I see them struggling, I think how I’m touchin them
The People
The day, has come
Now we, are one
Just take, your time
And then, you’ll find
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they Regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
The people said that I was sharp on TV
At the Grammy’s, though they tried to India.Arie me
Got back stage, and I bumped into Stevie
He said no matter what, the people gone see me
Can’t leave rap alone the streets need me
Hunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me
Inside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me
Nobody believed, until I believed me
Now I’m on the rise doin business with my guys
Visions realize, music affecting lives
A gift from the skies, to be recognize
I’m keeping my eyes on the people, that’s the prize
The day, has come
Now we, are one
Just take, your time
And then, you’ll find
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
From Inglewood to a single hood in Botswana
I see the I in We my nigga, yours is my drama
Standin in front of the judge with no honor
My raps ignite the people like Obama
The karma of the streets is needs and takes
Sometimes we find peace in beats and breaks
Put the bang in the back so the seats can shake
Rebel Cadillac music for the people sake
The People
The day, has come
Now we, are one
Just take, your time
And then, you’ll find
Think about some of the stuff he said in the radio interview:
When Wilt made the statement his biography "
And assuming that Wilt didn't start getting regular lovin till he was A-list famous in his twenties, that's 8 years (from age 12 to 20) for him to be a regular Joe Schmoe just like the rest of us guys. You know, aside from the fact that he was tall as hell and had a full mustache in the 6th grade. LOL.
There are several points to this story as I am sure some of you must be wondering why I wrote this. The first is that Wilt should have invested some of his basketball money into companies that produced the prophylactics he was using. He either stayed "strapped", was "shooting blanks" or forced a lot of women to have abortions because he didn't have any children. Second, HIV/AIDS must be man-made if Wilt did not contract that shyt. Third, too much sex can kill you. Wilt died at age 63 because of heart failure. Perhaps all that sexin' caught up with the "

I discussed the concept of the burial of the N-word with K because I think she's very astute when it comes to these matters and has lots of very thought-provoking things to say. Here's the gist of what she had to say:
While most of us were busy thinking about the NBA Draft, figuring out what Paris Hilton did in her first few days home from jail, Beyoncé being called a "roboho", or getting ready to buy our iPhones, a plot was discovered in London to use two cars as explosive devices at a London airport. Also, a car WAS USED as an explosive device at Glasgow Airport in Scotland. After watching "Munich" for the first time this weekend, I have a refreshed outlook on international relations. 
