If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.
I love the attention but I don't like too much of it.
I would love it if, even for one day, you could walk through a neighborhood and see an Asian guy sitting on his stoop, then you look across the street and see a black guy and a white guy sitting on their porches, and a Mexican dude walking by.
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I need to keep working on myself for a while.
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter, my soul is the fluid. My flow sparks it right up.