Hey yo, dis be Em, an’ I here to say sumpin’ y’all shoulda been hearin’ fo’ a while. MHCC be crazy, yo! Yall ain’t hurd? People every week be shootin’ eachuva. I grew up on some mean streets, but Detroit an’ Los Angeleez ain’t nealy as insane as this mutha.

For starters, Parkin’ lot A be getting jacked every couple of days. I ‘fraid to park my Escalade anywhere near y’all widdout my boy Fiddy sittin’ in the back wid his hand on a AK. And you know I be clubbin’ my wheel.

But that ain’t the worse of it. Just a matta of weeks ago, some whiteboy was takin’ shots at the police across the street. Whats up widdat? Took the Five-Os eight hours to bring that foo’ in. I got gun charges on my record. I gots to stay clear of that.

Then, some foo tried to kidnap a highschooler right in front of the campus. Man I ain’t tryin to deal wid all dat. Kidnappin’ is some mean sh*t, an’ you best know I ain’t gonna be bringin’ Haley ‘round dat.

I be ‘fraid to even take a walk wid my switch durin’ lunch brickity-break.

So what’s goin’ on in this joint? Where’s all this crime coming from? I’m telling ya foo’ this crime comes from poverty. Look at this place. Look where you at. You in community college. You be poor. It’s so poor around here if I was walking to class in my bling I be bound to get rolled.

Who’s gonna protect me? I know public safety be actin’ hard, slingin’ that pepper spray, but I think its time they step it up a bit. I’m talkin’ Mac 10’s, and they should cruise in Cadillacs. I’d feel a whole hell of a lot safer if I knew Public Safety was ready to go to war for me.

So lemme make it plain fo’ yall: You be lucky to find me in Gresham. I be keepin it real in a safe place, like Detroit or L.A. Da bottom line be, MHCC is too dangerous fo’ a guy like me. I think I’ll stick to dis gangsta rap game, y’all crazy to try and go to skoo.

As a partin’ gift, I leave you wid the following rhyme:

I hoped at community college I’d end up in a gown.
Instead I got blowed away and finished in the ground.
I thought I was hard, but now I see,
D-12 an’ Dre can’t even save me.

People ‘round here be packin’ some heat,
Kidnappin’ little kids and shootin’ police,
Everything’s expensive, skoo, food and gas,
I have to hide my rings when i’m goin’ to my class.

So ya best watch out, I’m headin’ fo’ L.A.;
I’m starrin’ in a movie, i’m starrin’ in a game;
I’m sittin’ on a load of cash, I ain’t about to risk it;
Ya’ll crazy, im out tha do’, ya’ll just keep some distance.