And Even Though I Act Crazy I

Now The Whole Worlds Calling Me A Killer All I Ever Did Was Try To Reach The Kids With The Realer.

To Me, I Feel That My Game Is Strong. I Feel As Thought I'm A Shining Prince, Just Like Malcolm, And I Feel That All Of Us Are Shining Princes, And If We Live Like Princes, Then Whatever We Want Can Be Ours. Anything.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

When An Angel Comes Down And Takes Me Away, Memories Of Me And My Songs Will Always Stay Until The End Of Time

In A Position To Make A Difference, Politicians And Hypocrites They Don't Wanna Listen.