I have no patience for anybody who doubts me, none at all.

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

Don't live to fight, fight to live.

No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it's hard to carry on when, No one loves you.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

But I see now that whether I show up for work or not, the evil forces are going to beat me. They're going to come 100 percent, so if I dont be 100 percent pure-hearted, I'm going to lose. And thats why I'm losing.

I remember crying all the time. My major thing growing up was I couldn't fit in. Because I was from everywhere, I didn't have no buddies that I grew up with...Every time I had to go to a new apartment, I had to reinvent myself, myself. People think just because you born in the ghetto you gonna fit in. A little twist in your life and you don't fit in no matter what. If they push you out of the hood and the White people's world, that's criminal...Hell, I felt like my could be destroyed at any moment.