June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle.
To me, I feel that my game is strong. I feel as thought I'm a shining prince, just like Malcolm, and I feel that all of us are shining princes, and if we live like princes, then whatever we want can be ours. Anything.
I just put out a hardcore double album. Next I'm gonna put out an introspective album.
It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.
You reached your level, you don't want any more. We asked ten years ago, we were askin' with the Panthers, we were askin' in the Civil Rights Movement. Now those who were askin' are all dead or in jail, wo what are we gonna do? And we shouldn't be angry!?