Life's A Wheel Of Fortune And It's

Elevation Of Today's Generation, If I Can Make Them Listen. Prisons Ain't What We Need, No Longer Stuck In Greed.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

It's No Longer A Fad To Be Down For The Young Black Male. Everybody Wants To Go Past. Like The Gangster Stuff, It Just Got Exploited.

It Seems Like Every Time You Come Up Something Happens To Bring You Back Down.

June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Rasing Heavenly Son.