Play the game, never let the game play you.

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

We are weak, please let us in. We're week, please let us in." After about a week tha song is gonna change to, "We're hungry, we need some food." After two, three weeks it's like "Give me some of tha food! I'm breakin down tha door." After a year it's like, "I'm pickin' the lock, comin' through the door blastin." It's like, "I'm hungry.

I'm not a gangsta rapper. I rap about things that happen to me. I got shot five times. People was trying to kill me.

Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.

Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin' changes

Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?