Your mouth smells like my jock strap.
For the weak who seek power it'll bring, infallible the power, knowledge is king.
Some of the free lunch programs were still goin' on - based on the last leg of the Black Panther Party.
You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue.
Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
In Manhattan, and its true on some level till this day; its a whole different mentality from the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens, which I didn't know at the time - because you basically just know your neighborhood.