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We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

When My Mama Asks Me Will I Ever Change, I Tell Her Yeah... But It's Clear I Will Always Be The Same Until The End Of Time.

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.

If God Wanted Me To Be Quiet He Would’ve Never Showed Me What He Does.

I'm Responsible For What I Did. I'm Not Responible For What Every Black Male Did. Yes! I Call Myself A Thug, Because I Grew Up In The Ghetto. And Im Still Standing.