Study Your Lessons, Don't Settle For Less.

I Put The Pistol By My Head, And Say A Prayer. I See Visions Of Me Dead, Lord Are You There?

I Remember Crying All The Time. My Major Thing Growing Up Was I Couldn't Fit In. Because I Was From Everywhere, I Didn't Have No Buddies That I Grew Up With...every Time I Had To Go To A New Apartment, I Had To Reinvent Myself, Myself. People Think Just Because You Born In The Ghetto You Gonna Fit In. A Little Twist In Your Life And You Don't Fit In No Matter What. If They Push You Out Of The Hood And The White People's World, That's Criminal...hell, I Felt Like My Could Be Destroyed At Any Moment.

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

We Probably In Hell Already, Our Dumb Asses Not Knowing.

All B.s. Aside, It All Comes Down To... We Got To Survive. I Mean, Even Warriors Put Their Spears Down On Sundays. We Got To Survive Here In This Country... 'cause I'm Not Going Back To Africa. We Got To Survive Here. And For Us To Survive Here-white Folks, Black Folks, Korean Folks, Mexican Folks, Puerto Ricans-we Got To Understand Each Other.