I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto?

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.

I Said It In The Beginning. That I Was Gonna Take Them Niggaz Out The Game And Sure Enough I Will. Already People Can't Look At Biggie And Not Laugh.

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

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

I Don't Know How To Change The World But I Know If I Keep Talking About How Dirty It Is Out Here, Somebody Gon Clean It Up.