Misplaced Hate Makes Disgrace The Races.

If You Fall Stand Tall And Come Back For More.

Now Don't You Ever Tell A Lie Just Confide In Me Would You Die 4 Me? Tell Me Baby Would You Ride 4 Me?

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

We Are Weak, Please Let Us In. We're Week, Please Let Us In." After About A Week Tha Song Is Gonna Change To, "we're Hungry, We Need Some Food." After Two, Three Weeks It's Like "give Me Some Of Tha Food! I'm Breakin Down Tha Door." After A Year It's Like, "i'm Pickin' The Lock, Comin' Through The Door Blastin." It's Like, "i'm Hungry.

Can You Picture My Prophecy?