Be an individual, work hard, study, get your mind straight, and trust nobody.

The people made me from the littlest crack head to the biggest baller so if i am bad its because of the bay and if i am good its because of the bay

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

How can I be a man if there is no role model?

Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

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.

But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew, built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth. Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.