I Feel That What Was

I'll Probably Be Punished For Hard Living.

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

Love Is The People's Power

I Try To Find My Way In The World You Know, I Try To Be Somebody Instead Of Just, Make Money Off Of Everybody.

They Wanna Censor Me, They Ratha See Me In A Cell, Livin' In Hell, With Only A Few Of Us To Live To Tell.