My Mama Always Used To Tell Me:

Only God Can Judge Me.

How Many Niggas Want To Be Involved, See I Was Only Talking Biggie, But I'll Kill All Of Y'all.

Burnin' Churches, Fearin' God, Who Can Be So Cruel, We All Ignorant To Aids, Till It Happens To You.

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

The Day You Chose To Leave Me It Rained Constantly In Truth I Swore The Rain To Be The Tears Of Cuspids Eyes.