Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.

I feel like Black Jesus got his hands on me and guides me through life to put me where I'm supposed to be.

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.

I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.

Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over. But this month I'm takin' every movin' target out.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.