Give Me A Paper And Pen, So

There Should Be A Class On Apartheid. There Should Be A Class On Why People Are Hungry, But There Are Not. There Are Classes On...gym. Physical Education.

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.

I Don't Have To Talk About Whether Or Not I Got Raped In Jail.

Since I Only Got One Life To Ive, God Forgive Me For My Sins, Let Me Make It And I'll Never Steal Again, Or Deal Again, My Only Friend Is My Misery. Wantin Revenge For The Agony They Did To Me.

Recollect Your Thoughts Don't Get Caught Up In The Mix ,cause The Media Is Full Of Dirty Tricks.