Behind Every Sweet Smile, There

Don't Believe Everything You Hear: Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies

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.

And In Turn I'm Hostile Guess You Could Call Me Anti-social. Niggaz Shakin Like They Caught The Holy Ghost When I Approach Em.

I Will Never Understand This Society! First They Try To Murder Me Then They Lie To Me!

All B.s. Aside, It All Comes Down To... We Got To Survive. I Mean, Even Warriors Put Their Spears Down On Sundays. We Got To Survive Here In This Country... 'cause I'm Not Going Back To Africa. We Got To Survive Here. And For Us To Survive Here-white Folks, Black Folks, Korean Folks, Mexican Folks, Puerto Ricans-we Got To Understand Each Other.