Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

There’s no way that Michael Jackson or whoever Jackson should have a million thousand droople billion dollars and then there’s people starving. There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there people don’t have houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I know you’re rich. I know you got 40 billion dollars, but can you just keep it to one house? You only need ONE house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it to two rooms? I mean why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room?! It just don’t make sense to me. It don’t.

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.

We talk a lot about Malcom X and Martin Luther King JR, but it's time to be like them, as strong as them. They were mortal men like us and everyone of us can be like them. I don't want to be a role model. I just want to be someone who says, this is who I am, this is what I do. I say what's on my mind.

Can you picture my prophecy?

Many dreams is what we had and plenty wishes.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.