And Even Though I Act Crazy I

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.

Let Me Say For The Record, I Am Not A Gangster And Never Have Been. I`m Not The Thief Who Grabs Your Purse. I`m Not The Guy Who Jacks Your Car. I`m Not Down With The People Who Steal And Hurt Others. I`m Just A Brother Who Fight Back.

Whatever You See You Gotta Keep A Sense Of Humor; You Gotta Be Able To Smile Through All The Bullshit.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

Even As A Dope Fiend Mama. You Always Was A Black Queen Mama.