They Wanna Censor Me, They Ratha See

Behind Every Sweet Smile, There Is A Bitter Sadness That No One Can Ever See And Feel.

Don't Cry Through Your Dispair.

I Got Love For My Brother But We Can Never Go Nowhere Unless We Share With Each Other.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

You Have To Work From One Point To Go To Another. So I Admire Work Ethic, I Think It Should Be Reinforced Through Our Neighborhoods, That Everybody Should Work Hard, Practice Makes Perfect, You Have To Be Diligent With What You Want, You Have To Apply Yourself, You Have To Motivate Your Self. You Have To Do For Self By Yourself, And Then You Can Do Things For Other People. That's What I Had To Do, I Had To Do For Self.