a great image of being dauntless. thanks 'Pac.
They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the
concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses
This is the concrete
And these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why
Thank god nigga
Ask me how.
(hahaha)