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.

When an angel comes down and takes me away, memories of me and my songs will always stay until the end of time

Niggaz need guns, too.

When the charge first came up, I hated black women. Then, going to trial, I started seeing the black women that was helping me. It's mostly black female guards. They treat me with human respect.

Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows

For every single dark night there is a brighter day.

I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.