I've been to school me, done some thinkin' an' that, learnt some stuff but if I had not it would be easy to fall under the spell of this mainly fantasy account of an 'individua'l existence. Don't get me wrong, on many occasion while grafting I've had Curtis blurting his blah out and felt it! but then I went home, had a cup of tea and watched telly; I did not worry about how much respect I was recieving outside the chippie or whatever. Too many baseball caps limping around thinking it's a blueprint for what not-what not. It's not, it's just a well marketed record. You may be wondering why the speil Robert? this record is well old guy! well,sigh.. some of the 'youth' in my world are intoxicated by it, it's catnip for pussies yo! Ten years on it's like 50 is a knocking post for clueless adolescents, he joins the ranks of Beckham and winning the lottery as back-up profession of choice if the Spiderman thing doesn't work out. Still, if you can distance yourself from the misogyny,anger,violence,hate and the surprisingly republican values and simply enjoy the melodramatic spectacle of Fifty Cent this album bumps along nicely. I have no 'beef' with the artist just the imitators. Don't get cold, don't be ghetto, don't suck your teeth outside Netto. Sorry, the Dad rapping is infectious. Peace.