Born Through Hard Times, Ghetto Child Of

Losing My Homies In A Hurry, They're Relocating To The Cemetery.

I Heard A Rumor I Died, Murdered In Cold Blood Dramatized, Pictures Of Me In My Final State, You Know Mama Cried, But That Was Fiction, Some Coward Got The Story Twisted, Like I No Longer Existed, Mysteriously Missin', I'm Known Worldwide Baby, I Ain't Hard To Find.

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

My Mother Taught Me Three Things: Respect, Knowledge, Search For Knowledge. It's An Eternal Journey.

My Mother Was A Woman. A Black Woman. A Single Mother. Raising Two Kids On Her Own. So She Was Dark Skinned. Had Short Hair. Got No Love From Nobody Except For A Group Called The Black Panthers. So That's Why She Was A Black Panther.