I don't like the way people cherish the ghetto, as if it’s some royal palace, or kingdom. I also don't like the way people treat each other in the ghetto. It is really hard to find love, trust, and respect. You don't find too many people that want to do better for themselves in the ghetto because so many people seem to be satisfied with where they're at.

Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

Impulsive passion please set me free.

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.