Being in Marin City was like a small town so it taught me to be more [straightforward] with my style. Instead of of being so metaphorical with the rhyme, I was encouraged to go straight at it and hit it dead on and not waste time trying to cover thingsIn Marin City it seemed like things were real country. Everything was straightforward. Poverty was straightforward.

It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.

God come save the youth, Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you, Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand.

I don't advocate senseless violence of any human being. I'm the one who's been beat down. But I will not be a victim again.

I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.

All B.S. aside, it all comes down to... we got to survive. I mean, even warriors put their spears down on Sundays. We got to survive here in this country... 'cause I'm not going back to Africa. We got to survive here. And for us to survive here-White folks, Black folks, Korean folks, Mexican folks, Puerto Ricans-we got to understand each other.

My cellmate's raped on the norm, and passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole getting torn.