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

I worked hard all my life as far as this music business. I dreamed of the day when I could go to New York and feel comfortable and they could come out here and be comfortable.

Look at those words, 'role' and 'model.' Both of those are fake words, to play a role and to model, that's fake. I'm real. Being real, I drink, I hang out, I party

Follow the rules or follow the fools.

They say it's the white man I should fear, But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew, built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth. Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.