I want you to know who I am: what the streets taste like, feel like, smell like. What the cops talk like, walk like, think like. What crackheads do - I wanted you to smell it, feel it. It was important to me that I told the story that way because I thought that it wouldn't be told if I didn't tell it.

Once you make it to your point of making it, you'll appreciate the struggle.

I'm over dey heads like a bulemic on a seesaw

Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous.

Don't speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words.

Life is short is what some niggaz said; not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did.

My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, Dedication, hard work, routine builds character. In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers