All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

I try to find my way in the world you know, I try to be somebody instead of just, make money off of everybody.

Heaven ain't hard to find; all you gotta do is look.

When the charge first came up, I hated black women. Then, going to trial, I started seeing the black women that was helping me. It's mostly black female guards. They treat me with human respect.

I'm a thug. And my thug comes from... my definition of thug comes from half of the street element. Straight street hustling.

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul

It's time we stop worrying, and get angry you know? But not angry and pick up a gun, but angry and open our minds.