Time to heal our women, be real to our women. And if we don't, then we'll have a race of babies, that hate the ladies that make the babies.

Niggaz need guns, too.

The third always speaks the unspeakable words.

How could you do me like that I took ya family in put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again

I finally understand / for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man / You always was committed / A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it / There's no way I can pay you back / But the plan is to show you that I understand / You are appreciated

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

I'm on my knees begging, please come and save me.