And In Turn I'm Hostile

And Now I'm Like A Major Threat, 'cause I Remind You Of The Things You Were Made To Forget.

Long Live The Rose That Grew From The Concrete When No One Else Ever Cared!

I Heard A Rumor I Died, Murdered In Cold Blood Dramatized, Pictures Of Me In My Final State, You Know Mama Cried, But That Was Fiction, Some Coward Got The Story Twisted, Like I No Longer Existed, Mysteriously Missin', I'm Known Worldwide Baby, I Ain't Hard To Find.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.

The Only Thing America Respects Is Power And Power Concedes Nothing. After The La Riots, They Tried To Calm Us Down And Nothing Changed Since.