This is who it's for.

I've felt from the very beginning of life that i wanted to do something for all the people who get no props for there coolness and integrity. The people who get the shit end of the stick without deserving it and don't bitch the fuck when they just gotta take one on the chin. For them niggas doing hard time, with no t.v. or family on the outside that give a fuck. For the gangstas out there ready and willing to ride or die just to hit another lick on that street grind. Much love to them niggas in G-ville, C-town, and the Not-fit. (tifton spelled backwards) To my family who still can't scratch the surface but at least know how a nigga had to roll up in the world to eat right and pay them house notes. To the niggas hiding out and smoking up, waiting for the winter time when all the steady pay comes into play. To Mrs. Linda Tuthill, the coolest of the cool, and the most inspiring of all teachers any one could have. To them niggas and brothers from my piece up in afganistan and iraq doing what they gotta do to make there dreams come true. To trumptight Tommy, doing the damn thang. To all my people in the homeland sneaking by and dodging the migra at every turn. There's not too much left for me to say, i just long for what i lost and thought i'd give a shout out to the niggas in this piece keeping it real and holdin it down, and to them homies out there that i can't roll up on and show love too. Be you. Nikia j up and out.