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.

It don't stop 'til the casket drop.

Even the genius ask questions.

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.

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

I feel like our future is our confidence and self-esteem.

Whatever you see you gotta keep a sense of humor; you gotta be able to smile through all the bullshit.