I am society's child. This is how they made me and now I'm sayin' what's on my mind and they don't want that. This is what you made me, America.

In the transformation from a rural to an urban society, children are - though they might not agree - robbed of the opportunity to do genuinely responsible work.

I'm a reflection of the community.

The future destiny of a child is always the work of the mother.

I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.

One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society. Why did you lie to me? I couldn't find a trace of equality.