And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.

You get time to appreciate things. Perspective, you start looking at things differently.

This duo inside of me causes the perfect opportunity to live and learn twice as fast as those who choose to accept simplicity.

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots

The people made me from the littlest crack head to the biggest baller so if i am bad its because of the bay and if i am good its because of the bay

The thing that bothers me is that it seems like all the sensitive stuff I write just goes unnoticed . . . the media doesn't get who I am at all. Or maybe they just can't accept it. It doesn't fit into those negative stories they like to write. I'm the kind of guy who is moved by a song like Don McLean's "Vincent," that one about Van Gogh. The lyric on that song is so touching. That's how I want to make my songs feel. Take "Dear Mama" - I aimed that one straight for my homies' heartstrings.

Since I only got one life to ive, God forgive me for my sins, let me make it and i'll never steal again, or deal again, my only friend is my misery. Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me.