I only wrote one song in jail. But I'm writing new album - you're going to feel the entire 11 months of what I went through on this album. I'm venting my anger.
That girl can barely spell her name.
It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.
Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
The seed must grow regardless Of the fact that it’s planted in stone