Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

Measure a man by his actions fully from the beginning to the end. Don’t take a piece out of my life or a song out of my music and say this is what I’m about because you know better than that.

Stay in the game until the end of time.

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

But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew, built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth. Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt