I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward/There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state/And our fate, is a lifetime of hate

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here/Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Dear Mama, can you save me?

I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies/I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets/I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce/How did it come to this? I…

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.

If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door.

Long, long may it be, ere he comes again! His hour is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril. But should domestic tyranny oppress us, or the invader's step …