No thank you to all the bustas, cowards, and FAKE HOMIES who showed me the depths of jealousy, envy and greed.

Yellow M&M's don't move with green M&M's. I mean, you don't put M&M's peanuts with M&M's plain.

When I say ' thug' I mean not a criminal, someone who beats you over the head, I mean the underdog. You could have two people- one person has everything he needs to succeed and one person has nothing. If the person who has nothing succeeds, he's a thug. Cuz he overcame all the obstacles.

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.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?

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.