Even a genius has his questions.

People die and people cry people want me dead.

There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

You get time to appreciate things. Perspective, you start looking at things differently.

Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?

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