Trust me I never lose. Either I win or learn from it

Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

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

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

When the charge first came up, I hated black women. Then, going to trial, I started seeing the black women that was helping me. It's mostly black female guards. They treat me with human respect.

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.