I rap about fighting back. I make it uncomfortable by putting details to it. It might not have been politically correct but I've reached somebody; They relating to me. They relate to the brutal honesty in the rap.

Role is something people play, model is something people make, both of those things are fake.

I'm a sucker for love

I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.

Cry later, but for now, let's enjoy the laughter.

Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.