So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama's eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.

Look at those words, 'role' and 'model.' Both of those are fake words, to play a role and to model, that's fake. I'm real. Being real, I drink, I hang out, I party

I didn't get that power from gunz..coz there's no gunz in jail..I got that power from books and from thinking and strategizing...... That's what I want little niggaz to see.

It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.

People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty, been drinking liquor out of Mama's titty.