It was crazy to me, how I make it my business, to lay low, to keep my mouth closed, to play my cards straight , but somehow , people, all kinds of people still think I’m showing off and shining. How could I dim my light? How does a youth keep from shining when it’s a natural thing? And why isn’t it enough that I don’t mess with nobody else’s women, money, or things? Still men wanted to have their things and my things too. Wars are made like this...