Well, the first two days in prison, I had to go through what life is like when you've been smoking weed for as long as I have and then you stop. Emotionally, it was like I didn't know myself.

If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.

We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?

And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die.

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

They claim that I'm violent just cuz I refuse to be silent.

Follow the rules or follow the fools.