June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

Just Because I Write Some Songs About Bad Women, Though, That Doesn't Mean I Hate Women. I've Written Songs That Show Great Love And Respect For Women Too. Songs That Talk About Strong, Upstanding Women And Their Pain. I Have Women Working On My Music. They Understand Where I'm Coming From. So Does My Mama. I Always Play My Music For Her Before It Comes Out. Why Do You Think I Wrote "dear Mama"? I Wrote It For My Mama Because I Love Her And I Felt I Owed Her Something Deep.

I Ain't Calling Me God. I'm Just Doing My Part On Where I Think Hip Hop Should Go. I Think Hip Hop Should Be About More Money, Crazier Sounds, Different Beats.

Expose Foes Wit My Hocus Pocus Flows, They Froze Now Suckas Idolize My Chosen Blows

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.