Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that.

I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.

Gangsta Rap is dead. I've moved on. And the raps that I'm rappin to my community shouldn't be filled with rage? They shouldn't be filled with same attrocities that they gave me? The media they don't talk about it, so in my raps I have to talk about it, and it seems foreign because there's no one else talking about it.

Out of anger comes controversy, out of controversy comes conversation, out of conversation comes action.

They wanna bury me im worried. Im loosin my mind look down the barrel of my nine and my visions blurry. Fallen to pieces am I guilty? I pray to the lord but his laws be unfortunate because im guilty.

Got shot 5 times but I'm still breathing... living proof there's a God if you need a reason.

Even the genius ask questions.