Though Are Hands Are Chained Like They

Everybody’s At War With Different Things…i’m At War With My Own Heart Sometimes.

Mama Raised A Hellraiser Why Cry, That's Just Life In The Ghetto, Do Or Die.

My Mother Was A Woman. A Black Woman. A Single Mother. Raising Two Kids On Her Own. So She Was Dark Skinned. Had Short Hair. Got No Love From Nobody Except For A Group Called The Black Panthers. So That's Why She Was A Black Panther.

Long Live The Rose That Grew From The Concrete When No One Else Ever Cared!

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.