“If I Could Write This in Fire, I Would Write This in Fire”

Abstract

If we don’t love our own babies, who is gonna do it for us? Get yo’ babies. I don’t care what’s wrong wit ‘em: ugly, pretty, sweet, bad, retarded [sic], it don’t matter – get yo’ babies. If you don’t tell ‘em you love, if you don’t hold ‘em, if you don’t make ‘em feel good about [themselves], they gon’ get in the streets and have hatred in they heart, and they gonna kill somebody else’s baby.