What I learned in jail is that I can't change. I can't live a different lifestyle - this is it. This is the life that they gave and this is the life that I made.

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out.

Love IS the People's Power

Can the Lord forgive me? Got the spirit of a thug in me.

I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.