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.

Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.

We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

Fear is stronger than love

That's what I am, America's nightmare. I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me.