I see no changes, wake up in the morning and ask myself 'Is life worth living, should I blast myself?' I'm tired of being poor & even worse I'm black, my stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch. Cops give a damn about a negro - pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero. Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares, one less hungry mouth on the welfare. First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers, give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other. It's time to fight back that's what Huey said - 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes - learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers. And that's how it's supposed to be. How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is.
Originally Posted by DsS Game
