Many Dreams Is What We Had And

Time To Heal Our Women, Be Real To Our Women. And If We Don't, Then We'll Have A Race Of Babies, That Hate The Ladies That Make The Babies.

Even As A Dope Fiend Mama. You Always Was A Black Queen Mama.

Now Don't You Ever Tell A Lie Just Confide In Me Would You Die 4 Me? Tell Me Baby Would You Ride 4 Me?

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

I'm Calling For Dialogue. I'm Gathering Attention For Dialogue Which Is What You Do In A Struggle For Power.