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

My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.

Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.

I don't know how to change the world but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here, somebody gon clean it up.

One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society, why did you lie to me, I couldn't find a trace of humanity.

Everything in life is not all beautiful, not all fun. There is lots of killing and drugs.

Let the Lord judge the criminals.