Life In The Pen Ain't

Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty, No Man Alive Has Ever Witnessed Struggles Ive Survived, Praying Hard For Better Days Promised To Hold On Me And My Dogs Aint Have A Choice But To Hold On.

I'd Love To Go Back To When We Played As Kids, But Things Change. And That's The Way It Is.

If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.

Faith My Homegirl. I Just Wanna Send A Shout Out To Faith. Hey Girl.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.