I find any great man, black or white, I'm going to study him, learn him so he can't be great to me no more.
They claim that I'm violent just cuz I refuse to be silent.
Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.
My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.
It takes skill to be real. Time to heal each other
Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!