We are weak, please let us in. We're week, please let us in." After about a week tha song is gonna change to, "We're hungry, we need some food." After two, three weeks it's like "Give me some of tha food! I'm breakin down tha door." After a year it's like, "I'm pickin' the lock, comin' through the door blastin." It's like, "I'm hungry.

Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it.

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids, but things change. And that's the way it is.

Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.

There ain't nothin' like a Black woman.

My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.

It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.