That's What I Am, America's Nightmare. I

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

So Many Other Things For Us To See, Things To Be, Our History So Full Of Tragedy And Misery.

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.

I'm Responsible For What I Did. I'm Not Responible For What Every Black Male Did. Yes! I Call Myself A Thug, Because I Grew Up In The Ghetto. And Im Still Standing.

There Should Be A Class On Drugs. There Should Be A Class On Sex Education-a Real Sex Education Class-not Just Pictures And Diaphragms And 'un-logical' Terms And Things Like That.....there Should Be A Class On Scams, There Should Be A Class On Religious Cults, There Should Be A Class On Police Brutality, There Should Be A Class On Apartheid, There Should Be A Class On Racism In America, There Should Be A Class On Why People Are Hungry, But There Are Not, There Are Classes On Gym, Physical Education, Let's Learn Volleyball.