I Bring Truth To Tha Youth Tear

Did You Hear About The Rose That Grew From A Crack In The Concrete Proving Nature's Laws Wrong It Learned 2 Walk Without Having Feet

I Stop And Stare At The Younger, My Heart Goes To 'em, They Stressed Out And Goin' Under.

Some Say The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Darker The Flesh Then The Deeper The Roots

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.

Oh Lord, Help Me Change My Ways, Show A Litlle Mercy On Judgement Day, It Aint Me I Was Raised This Way, Never Let Em' Play Me For A Busta, Makin' Hell For A Huslter.