Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!

But I see now that whether I show up for work or not, the evil forces are going to beat me. They're going to come 100 percent, so if I dont be 100 percent pure-hearted, I'm going to lose. And thats why I'm losing.

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

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.

Death or success is what I quest, cause I'm fearless.