Somebody Help Me, Tell Me Where To

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

My Aim Is To Spread More Smiles Than Tears.

I Don't Understand How People Can Stand Next To You One Year,and Next Year, They Cannot. They're Going Crazy, Screaming. They Can't Take It That You're There. But Last Year I Was In The Same Club,walking Around,lonely Like A Motherfucker. Couldn't Get A Date Or A Dance. I Was Too Skinny, Too Something, And Now, "he's Just Adorable. He's Just, Oh!

I'm Not A Gangsta Rapper. I Rap About Things That Happen To Me. I Got Shot Five Times. People Was Trying To Kill Me.

It's A Struggle For Every Young Black Man. You Know How It Is, Only God Can Judge Us.