I Didn't Choose Solitude.

I Didn't Choose Solitude.

You Leap Over The Wall Of One Ghetto And Find Yourself In Another Ghetto.

At Sixteen I Get Drafted. When I Read The Draft Notice, I Cry. Not Because I'm A Coward - I'm Not Afraid Of Anyone. But I Don't Want To Kill Or Be Killed.

The Street Kid In Me Says, "grab The Money And Run - Who Cares Who It's From! Don't Think About Whatever You Have To Do For It Or When You Have To Do It!

When You Are There, You Are. With Words, You Aren't.