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

Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's, next, In this world full of countless threats.

Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for fortune and fame.

To me, I feel that my game is strong. I feel as thought I'm a shining prince, just like Malcolm, and I feel that all of us are shining princes, and if we live like princes, then whatever we want can be ours. Anything.

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

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

I'm not perfect. But I'll always be real