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.

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.

Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it.

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that.

Only God Can Judge Me That which does not kill me can only make me stronger. I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life