I'm Doing This For The Kid Who

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.

Life Give To You What You Gave To It. So Give Your Best.

If I Upset You, Don't Stress. Never Forget That God Isn't Finished With Me Yet. I Feel His Hand On My Brain... When I Write Rhymes, I Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thang.

Before We Find World Peace, We Gotta Find Peace In The War On The Streets.

So Much Pressure In This Life Of Mine, I Cry At Times, I Once Contemplated Suicide And Woulda Tried, But When I Held That Nine, All I Could See Was My Mama's Eyes, No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble, Not Knowing It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You.