Why can't we all just get along?

We could all get along if we just hang out at iSurfing.

I sometimes feel like I'm caught in a vise. Some people feel like I'm some kind of hero. Others hate me.

When I leave here, when my final day on this earth is up, I want to leave in peace. I want to have peace in my heart.

As a black man, you run from the cops. It's different now, but back when I was coming up, you run.

I had to learn to forgive. I couldn't sleep at night. I got ulcers. I had to let go, to let God deal with it. No one wants to be mad in their own house. I didn't want to be angry my whole life. It takes so much energy out of you to be mean.

People look at me like I should have been like Malcolm X or Martin Luther King or Rosa Parks. I should have seen life like that and stay out of trouble, and don't do this and don't do that. But it's hard to live up to some people's expectations.