Unless We Share With Each

Though Are Hands Are Chained Like They Are, They Haven't Taken Music From Us Yet. So That's How I'll Fight. People Tell Me Don't Quit Like Everyone Else. I Wont Have No Fear.

If I Could Patent 'being Real', I Think I Could Own That.

Role Is Something People Play, Model Is Something People Make, Both Of Those Things Are Fake.

Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

The Same Crime Element That White People Are Scared Of Black People Are Scared Of. While They Waiting For Legislation To Pass, We Next Door To The Killer. All Them Killers They Let Out, They're In That Building. Just Because We Black, We Get Along With The Killers? What Is That?