Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!

What people do for the struggle of power is madness.

Never surrender, it's all about the faith that you got.

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.

No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.

Even as a dope fiend mama. You always was a black queen mama.

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.