When you were born the world was smiling, and you cry, because living a life so that you are dying smiled, cried and the world.

They say pu$$y and paper is poetry power and pistols.

My mother taught me three things, respect, knowledge-search for knowledge, it's an eternal journey. That's like my hair-cut, the line, 360 degrees, find knowledge always. And she taught me to not be quiet, if there's something on my mind speak it. But also to listen.

Temperature is as far as the heat goes, people are haters cos im doing something good. Hate me dont hate the hood. It made me strong, you wouldn't last that long.

My mother was a woman. A black woman. A single mother. Raising two kids on her own. So she was dark skinned. Had short hair. Got no love from nobody except for a group called the Black Panthers. So that's why she was a Black Panther.

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.

I know death follows me, but I murder him first.