Perspective. You start looking at things differently, like everything's not so important. You don't take things so personally. Everyone changes, becomes better people. We all should get that chance.

Today is built on tragedies, which no one wants to face, nightmares to humanities and morally disgraced. Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air, children bred with ruthlessness because no one at home cares.

It's no longer a fad to be down for the young Black male. Everybody wants to go past. Like the gangster stuff, it just got exploited.

The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask.

EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.