Everybody’s At War With Different Things…i’m At

We Live Like Caged Beasts Waiting For The Day To Let The Rage Free.

June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Rasing Heavenly Son.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

A Lot Of People, Black, White, Mexican, Young Or Old, Fat Or Skinny Have A Problem Being True To They Self. They Have A Problem Looking In The Mirror And Looking Directly Into Their Own Souls. Only Reason I Am Who I Am Today Is Because I Can Look Directly Into My Face And Find My Soul

To Me, I Feel That My Game Is Strong. I Feel As Thought I'm A Shining Prince, Just Like Malcolm, And I Feel That All Of Us Are Shining Princes, And If We Live Like Princes, Then Whatever We Want Can Be Ours. Anything.