Imperfection is inherited, therefore we all sin, but fighting the war of sin is the greatest war of all because we all die in the end no matter how hard we fight.

First ship them dope, let them deal to brothers, give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other.

I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?

Only God Can Judge Me That which does not kill me can only make me stronger. I don't see why everybody feel as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life

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

The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask.

Only God can judge me.