My Homie Lost His Family

To Me, A Perfect Album Talks About The Hard Stuff And The Fun And Caring Stuff.

If You Walked By A Street And You Was Walking A Concrete And You Saw A Rose Growing From Concrete, Even If It Had Messed Up Petals And It Was A Little To The Side You Would Marvel At Just Seeing A Rose Grow Through Concrete. So Way Is It That When You See Some Ghetto Kid Grow Out Of The Dirtiest Circumstance And He Can Talk And He Can Sit Across The Room And Make You Cry, Make You Laugh, All You Can Talk About Is My Dirty Rose, My Dirty Stems And How Am Leaning Crooked To The Side, U Can't Even See That I've Come Up From Out Of That.

I Ain't Calling Me God. I'm Just Doing My Part On Where I Think Hip Hop Should Go. I Think Hip Hop Should Be About More Money, Crazier Sounds, Different Beats.

Every Female Wanna Come Up To Me And Show Me How Much They're Not Attracted To Me... These Minority Women... They're The Only Women I Can Get Cause Everyone Else Is Scared Of Me.

It's Time We Stop Worrying, And Get Angry You Know? But Not Angry And Pick Up A Gun, But Angry And Open Our Minds.