Whenever i take a road trip to the bay area (bout an hour from here) there's a portion of the trip where I always think of this song. i could remember being in 6th or 7th grade and listening to Makaveli on my walkman and that song came on at that moment at that place, I'll never forget it. wasnt the first time i heard it, but it was the first time I understood it.
Also, on the next track, last verse (Hold Ya Head)
The weed got me tweakin in my mind, I'm thinkin.. God bless the child that can hold his own Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed Currency means nothin if you still ain't free Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally Running from authorities 'til they capture me And my, aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head Tradin converstion all night, bless the dead To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll Catch a brother at the crossroads.. Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin time pass Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls, hold ya head!