Their gunnin' for me, want to see me fall, you know my story, been through it all, times I felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin', what didn't kill me, makes me strong as iron.
May the best of your today's be the worst of your tomorrow's
I love you so, But why I love you, I'll never know.
You know the type: loud as a motorbike but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight.
Hip-hop gave a generation a common ground that didn't require either race to lose anything; everyone gained.
Everybody can tell you how to do it but they never done it