[Chorus]: A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville 0-28-60, new this was real Do what you feel, say what you like (Like, "Son I'm not feelin' it.") Heeey, but I'm tight [Verse One]: Slave when I write though, the pen is a master Come to test I, get mashed up (mash it up) None the less fly as NASA I blast off out of this world Hats off if your...Learn More