What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you wish to be saved not in a religious sense. but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. We all have this idea that we should move up from our parents station. and each generation should do a little bit better. Aight come on let's cut the bullshit enough. Let's get it started let's start addressing this issue and open it up. Let's take this shit back to "Bassmint". And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape. And it's whole origin of the music that we all know and love. The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy. Let's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit. Crossin' 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory. I'd like to share a story. this is my story and can't no body tell it for me. You will well inform me. I am well aware that I don't belong here. You've made that perfectly clear. I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere. From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there. From the black side all the way to the white side. Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide. You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass. Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks. Oh them railroad tracks them old railroad tracks. Them good old notorious oh well known tracks. CHORUS. So let's go back. Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode. Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place. that I once used to call home sweet home. Come on let's go back. Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode. Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place. that I once used to call home sweet home. I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter. Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike. Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and van dike. And steal a Goddamn bike from somebody's backyard. And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark. To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's them dramas after dark. To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's. That's about the time I first met Proof when poof he'd carry on the set. Set eyes born in and out some flyers he was doin' some talent shows. At centerline I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime. He looked at me like I'm out my mind. Shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme. I spit out a line rhymed "birthday" with "first place". And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike. We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit. wit' compound syllables sound combined. From that day we was down to ride. somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line. Chorus. My first year in 9th grade can't forget that day at school. It was cool till your man MC Sham came through. And said that Boom was the brain 'cause the clan makes troops. It was rumors but man god damned they flew. Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes. I had the new ones the Cool J Ice land swayed too. And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news. Guess who came through next X clam debut. Professor X (and glorious). exists in a state of red black and green with a key sissies. Now with this bein' a new trend we don't fit in. Crackers is out with Cactus albums blackness is in. African symbols and medallions. represent black power and we ain't know what it meant. Me and my man Howard and ??? would go to the mall. wit' 'em all over our necks like we're showin' 'em off. Not knowin' at all we was bein' laughed at. You ain't even half black. You ain't 'posed to have that. Homie let me grab that. And that Flavor Flave clock. We gon' have to snatch that. All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement. Sayin' how we hate this our races wit' dope the x clan take this. Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time. She was tryna two time me. And there was this black girl at our school. who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped so she was kinda eyein' me. And oh the irony guess what her name was?. I ain't even gon' say it plus. The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs. The bombast God damn girl in our whole school. If I could pull it not only would I become more popular. but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time. But it backfired I was supposed to dump her. but she dumped me for this black guy. And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl. But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad. But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize. I was wrong 'cause no matter what color a girl is she still a ???. Chorus