Burnin' churches, fearin' God, Who can be so cruel, We all ignorant to AIDS, Till it happens to you.

When you were born the world was smiling, and you cry, because living a life so that you are dying smiled, cried and the world.

In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.

I want to grow. I want to be better. You Grow. We all grow. We're made to grow.You either evolve or you disappear.

I'm not really a religious person. But I believe that God wants me to do something and it has to do with Thug Life.

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?

Only God can judge me.