People are always looking for me to be a freak, weird.
Mama tried to save us from the streets, but the streets were too strong.
Everyone to me has to pick a subject to talk about in music if you're going to be a writer.
The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.
I'm so thankful that your mine, your sweetness is my weakness.
There's a time when people give their words to each other it has to mean something. I'm a street cat. I've belonged in gangs and when you had a partner, you went down with your partner whether you won the fight or lost it. You went down together.