I remember you was conflicted, mis-using your influence. Sometimes I did the same, abusing my power full of resentment, resentment that turned into a deep depression, found myself screaming in the hotel room. I didn't want to self destruct. The evils of Lucy was all around me. So I went running for answers. Untill I came home. But that didn't stop survivors guilt. Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned. Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was. But while my loved ones were fighting a continuous war back in the city. I was entering a new one. A war that was based on a part tide and discrimination. Made me want to go back to the city and tell my homies what I learned. The word was respect. Just because you wore a different gang color than mines. Doesn't mean I can't respect you. Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets. If I respect you, we can unifiy and stop the enemy from killing us :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKOaXqTZSm8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0pssygUadM