When My Mama Asks Me Will I

We Ain't Meant To Survive, Cause It's A Setup, And Even Though You're Fed Up, Huh, Ya Got To Keep Your Head Up.

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

I'm Not Thuggin' For Me, I'm Thuggin' For My Family, I Pay All The Bills, I Feed My Whole Family, Wrong Or Right, I Do And I Can't Stop.

Somebody Help Me, Tell Me Where To Go From Here Cause Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

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.