so if i should ever fall and get caught in the hustle, let em know that i died while i faught in the struggle. from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble; spray painted on the streets and in the sub way tunnels. write it down and remember that we never gave in, the mind of a child is where the revolution begins. so if the solution has never been to look in yourself, how is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?