We Live Like Caged Beasts Waiting For

Should We Cry When The Pope Dies, My Request We Should Cry If They Cried When We Buried Malcom X

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

I Was Looking For A Father, He Was Gone. I Hung Around With The Thugs, And Even Though They Sold Drugs, They Showed A Young Brother Love.

I Remember Crying All The Time. My Major Thing Growing Up Was I Couldn't Fit In. Because I Was From Everywhere, I Didn't Have No Buddies That I Grew Up With...every Time I Had To Go To A New Apartment, I Had To Reinvent Myself, Myself. People Think Just Because You Born In The Ghetto You Gonna Fit In. A Little Twist In Your Life And You Don't Fit In No Matter What. If They Push You Out Of The Hood And The White People's World, That's Criminal...hell, I Felt Like My Could Be Destroyed At Any Moment.

I Said It In The Beginning. That I Was Gonna Take Them Niggaz Out The Game And Sure Enough I Will. Already People Can't Look At Biggie And Not Laugh.