I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man.

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul

I'll probably be punished for hard living.

EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH

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.

It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinds of scratches and marks, you ain't gonna say, 'Damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from the concrete.' You're gonna be like, 'Damn, a rose grew from the concrete?'

And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.