Now Don't You Ever Tell

Why Isn't It Hip-hop When I Do It? Everybody Else Can Have Beef Within The Music, Talk About Differences And It's Ok. It's Music, It's Hip-hop, It's Ground Breaking. When I Do It, It's War.

Did You Hear About The Rose That Grew From A Crack In The Concrete? Proving Nature's Laws Wrong, It Learned To Walk Without Having Feet. Funny, It Seems To By Keeping It's Dreams; It Learned To Breathe Fresh Air. Long Live The Rose That Grew From Concrete When No One Else Even Cared.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

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.

Everybody Against Me. Why? Why Me? I Have Not Brought Violence To You. I Have Not Brought Thug Life To America. I Didn't Create Thug Life. I Diagnosed It.