Drop Them Or Let Them Drop You.

I'm On My Knees Begging, Please Come And Save Me.

Born Through Hard Times, Ghetto Child Of Mine. I Wonder If You Have To Suffer For Your Father's Crimes.

I'm A Reflection Of The Community.

Now The Whole Worlds Calling Me A Killer All I Ever Did Was Try To Reach The Kids With The Realer.

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