Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots

The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

Watch me, diamonds shining looking like I robbed Liberace.

Things change that's the way it is.

Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!

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