Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing. Niggas is the ones with gold ropes,hanging out at clubs.

Keep your head up, Legs closed, Eyes open.

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul

If I was white I would have been like John Wayne... I feel like a tragic hero in a Shakespeare play

Being in Marin City was like a small town so it taught me to be more [straightforward] with my style. Instead of of being so metaphorical with the rhyme, I was encouraged to go straight at it and hit it dead on and not waste time trying to cover thingsIn Marin City it seemed like things were real country. Everything was straightforward. Poverty was straightforward.

Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's, next, In this world full of countless threats.

I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.