Out of time
And out of breath...

Hitting the block
husltin\' 2 get by...

A- anti against all african american alliances
B- because bodies be behind boarded buildings...

Your attitude
Your style...

If I were 2 die now,
and had one thing 2 do...

Paint a picture of my heart,
Because you know it so well...

Like the late great Martin Luther King,
I have a dream...

The missing children
the hungry teen...

Blood was on the floor
as he was gettin' in the tub...

I got dumped,
I got played...

Saying bye to people we may never see again.
Hugging and taking picture of all are friends...

Clutters of sadness block the doorway to my soul...