It's Kinda Hard To Be Optimistic, When

It's No Longer A Fad To Be Down For The Young Black Male. Everybody Wants To Go Past. Like The Gangster Stuff, It Just Got Exploited.

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

How Many Pistols Smoking Coming From A Broken Family?

I'm Used On Every Level. I Have No Friends. I Have No Resting Place. I Never Sleep. I Can Never Close My Eyes. It's Horrible.

If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.