My raps are a decision, rabble rousing, spiritual, like gospel music. I don't want to dance. We have so many things to deal with, we need to talk straight up and down.

There's no way I could pay you back but my plan is to show you that I understand, you are appreciated

Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent, I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

It's been stress and drama for a long time now, man. So much has happened. I got shot five times by some dudes who were trying to rub me out. But God is great. He let me come back. But, when I look at the last few years, it's not like everybody just did me wrong. I made some mistakes. But I'm ready to move on.

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.