To feed ten mouths, she had to call on Mr. Welfare.

Control what I hold and of course be the boss of myself, no-one else will bring my wealth.

I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans.

Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours. Slaves, from mental death.

There are desires that we all want to achieve, but remember respect is most greatest to receive.

When you teach her that hoe mentality, they accept that as reality.

158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block