Caliber:
For years I've done nothin' except for supressin' this pain,
Poppin' pills but still feelin' the same,
Expression is shamred, I swear I feel it wit every single drop of rain,
Crazed thoughts the pain haunts when you're livin' without pay,
It's hard as hell findin' easy money like water wells,
Can hardly tell if I can make it not payin' this water bill,
Can hardly kill this negativity ridin' my side,
Immoral thoughts have been, floodin' my mind,
Drownin' in debt, sorrow and death, always upset,
Never the upside, also never showin' regret,
I can't care, and fuck rhymin' for all the fan fare,
My hands bare the brunt of my stress even when I can't,
Ain't no way I'll loose the roof over my sisters head,
Fuck me, I'll be her guardian angel before my death,
And even after, even if I'm burnin' in hell faster than Adolf did,
I'll take care of my little sis,
So I sit here chillin' plottin' and schemin',
In front of the buildin' where I'm supposed to be sleepin' but only daydreamin',
Wantin' more than I really should,
Or maybe more than I actually could,
I used to, Dream about livin' in a different city,
'Til I, realized I'm from the city of dreams,
It opened my eyes to the possibility of cream,
Just tell my story, Solidify where I should be...

Fame:
I never had a president to represent me, shit,
As high as gas and rent be, they must resent me,
So for a bigger cause I'm like fuck it son, let's bleed,
Born in the ghetto so to war is where they sent me,
Nevertheless they can't prevent, warrior of the century,
Dead or alive, I strive, I die they won't forget me,
So nigga tempt me, but either way they'll never get us,
We too real, ask anybody who ever met us,
Niggas gwop up, let the big faces bless us,
But fuck deceased presidents, We after them dead inventors,
Stackin' up Ben Franks, whatever the kid thinks,
The mind I posses can get, deeper than big shanks,
Now in days you're more likely to get that than get thanks,
Body sinkin' to the bottom of the worlds fish tank,
Weapons of mass destruction?, son you gotta be jokin',
It's over bread, that's why our country is causin' a commotion,
The governments dirty, and I know it must be broken,
But Barack Obama's got'em hopin', Fame's got'em open,
Minded, excited to see a life that we ruined re-winded,
Problems are solved as soon as we find it,
And not led by tyrant, cuz that'll be the end of things,
The governments on my back, and these niggas won't let me breath,
Innocents still takin' the prison criminal sentencin',
I'm still waitin' on that president to start reppin' me...