When your hero falls from grace, all fairy tales are uncovered Myth exposed and pain magnified, the grace pays uncovered He told me to be strong, but I confused to see it so weak You say never to give up, and it hurts to see what comes to be When your hero falls soley the stars, and so does the reception of tomorrow Without my hero, theres only me alone, to deal with my sorrow Your heart ceases to work, and your soul is not happy at all What are you expected to do, when your only hero falls

I'm a thug. And my thug comes from... my definition of thug comes from half of the street element. Straight street hustling.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, photographers are worth a million.

Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.

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.

Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.

My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.