I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

Burnin' churches, fearin' God, Who can be so cruel, We all ignorant to AIDS, Till it happens to you.

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

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.

The only thing America respects is power and power concedes nothing. After the LA Riots, they tried to calm us down and nothing changed since.

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.

To me, a perfect album talks about the hard stuff and the fun and caring stuff.