After A Long Day Of Trying, To

If I Win And Get The Money, Then The Oakland Police Department Is Going To Buy A Boys' Home, Me A House, My Family A House, And A Stop Police Brutality Center.

It's No Longer A Fad To Be Down For The Young Black Male. Everybody Wants To Go Past. Like The Gangster Stuff, It Just Got Exploited.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

Our Unborn Never Got To Grow, Never Got To See What's, Next, In This World Full Of Countless Threats.

That Which Does Not Kill Me Can Only Make Me Stronger.