Misplaced Hate Makes Disgrace The Races.

They Wanna Bury Me Im Worried. Im Loosin My Mind Look Down The Barrel Of My Nine And My Visions Blurry. Fallen To Pieces Am I Guilty? I Pray To The Lord But His Laws Be Unfortunate Because Im Guilty.

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 Coward Dies A Thousand Times, A Soldier Dies But Once.

It's Time We Stop Worrying, And Get Angry You Know? But Not Angry And Pick Up A Gun, But Angry And Open Our Minds.

Papa Wasn't Man Enough, Couldn't Stand Up To His Responsibilities. Instead Of Taking Care Of Me, He'd Rather Live Lavishly.