June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

We probably in hell already, our dumb asses not knowing.

I worked hard all my life as far as this music business. I dreamed of the day when I could go to New York and feel comfortable and they could come out here and be comfortable.

A lot of people, black, white, mexican, young or old, fat or skinny have a problem being true to they self. They have a problem looking in the mirror and looking directly into their own souls. Only reason I am who I am today is because I can look directly into my face and find my soul

I'm used on every level. I have no friends. I have no resting place. I never sleep. I can never close my eyes. It's horrible.

Since I only got one life to ive, God forgive me for my sins, let me make it and i'll never steal again, or deal again, my only friend is my misery. Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me.

I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.