…Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make him weaker His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams But he wouldn't listen to the…

…, just homies playing games throwing rhymes, never feared big world how many times I had my lessons learned This goes out for my people in gutters with HIV, cuz they forgot rubber struggling with police and hustle to…

…I'm walking down these abandoned streets Faded pictures of broken hearted I can't see the purpose of it all Divide and conquer is what they say A missile strike on a holy Sunday Are you saying it's humane, nature call…