Man, many are going to hate this, many might feel me. Some will applaud me, some may want to kill me.
Being I never beat around the bush, always speak absolute. I’ve met a few good men in this,
even they can’t stand the truth.
Crippin’ been over for me, so long ago. I was finished trippin’ back in ’92,
my love for the set had diminished.
Though I thought I’d stay down the course for most of my life, had a change of heart
with children and a wife.
I’ve seen a Corrupted Regressive Ignorant Purpose that served me to no end.
Understanding then; those who put me down, didn’t really love me or wasn’t really friends
or kin, to set me up for misery and tears.
Destroying the small progress I’d made; set me back at least ten years.
But what made my ass set off in a new direction other than left, was the vision I had to find my true self.
Who I was and who I am are two different beings, that’s what you get when illumination
transpires before your eyes, truly open seeing.
To all I put down, please know I’m sorry; I sincerely apologize for leading you down a dead-end street
filled with pretense and lies.
Hilltop, I’m sorry. Courtney, I’m sorry. Phil, I’m sorry.
To my brothers, Vinnie T. and Jay, I say I’m sorry.
Jay, it made you go try the other side, a brighter hue.
To my son, Taelor, I didn’t understand then; I’m sorry it affected you too.
Like crack, this was a poison spread through the hood, an epidemic.
Crack, I shouldn’t have sold, the gang never got in it.
But when you are young and dumb, full of verve with nerves to try whatever.
You feel invincible, never seeing the trap pulling the lever.
So to all my ex-set, definitely my big homies. I say today in finality,
ain’t no love between us, y’all phonies.
When you told me back then that the set didn’t travel, slowly but surely the false mechanism
began to unravel.
Now I stand with a new purpose, as I write these verses, a Consciously Responsible Inspired Person.
Until there’s a Community Revolution In Progress; never, ever call on me.
Miss me with that mess.
I know, I know… y’all laughing at me, calling me a mark-ass-nigga.
Only because, I’ve grown to be a M.A.N, something you’re not; go figure…
– Thomas D. Payne