It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.

They say it's the white man I should fear, But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here.

I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?

People die and people cry people want me dead.

We don't need no more rappers, we don't need no more basketball players, no more football players. We need more thinkers. We need more scientists. We need more managers. We need more mathematicians. We need more teachers. We need more people who care; you know what I'm saying? We need more women, mothers, fathers, we need more of that, we don't need any more entertainers

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

You reached your level, you don't want any more. We asked ten years ago, we were askin' with the Panthers, we were askin' in the Civil Rights Movement. Now those who were askin' are all dead or in jail, wo what are we gonna do? And we shouldn't be angry!?