I Am Society’s Child. This Is How

God Will Judge My Heart, Man Will Judge My Actions.

We Ain't Meant To Survive, Cause It's A Setup, And Even Though You're Fed Up, Huh, Ya Got To Keep Your Head Up.

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?

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.

Stay In The Game Until The End Of Time.