Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

Now the whole worlds calling me a killer all I ever did was try to reach the kids with the realer.

Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.

What doesn't kill me just makes me stronger

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.

You gotta make a change. Its time for us as a people to start making some changes, lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live, and lets change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so its on us, to do what we gotta do to survive.

Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for fortune and fame.