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If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.

Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You Too Old To Understand Tha Way Tha Game Is Told.

Unless We Share With Each Other We Gotta Start Makin' Changes

I'm Just As Guilty For Not Doing Anything As I Am For Doing Things. Not With Case (the 1994 Sexual Abuse Conviction), But Just My Life. I Was So Scared Of This Responsibility That I Was Running Away From It. But I See Now That Whether I Show Up For Work Or Not, The Evil Forces Are Going To Be At Me. They're Going To Come 100 Percent.

Can’t Sleep ‘cause All The Dirt Make My Heart Hurt