Well we're back in Edmonton. We still dont have a place to live but we have our family and friends...and thats all we need. We're poor but i'm happy.I'll write more when i have time.
*mama why we live so poor?
why you cryin?
heard you late night through my bedroom door
do ya love me mama?
why they keep on callin me ni**a?
get my weight up wit my hate
pay 'em back when I'm bigga
and still thuggin in this jail cell
missin my block
hearin brothas screamin all night
wishin they stop
proud to be black but why we act
like we don't love ourselves
don't look around busta check yaself
know what it means to be black
whether man or girl we still stugglin
in this white man'z world*
R.I.P Tupac Shakur
11:00 a.m. - 2004-02-15
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