I don't understand how people can stand next to you one year,and next year, they cannot. They're going crazy, screaming. They can't take it that you're there. But last year I was in the same club,walking around,lonely like a motherfucker. Couldn't get a date or a dance. I was too skinny, too something, and now, "He's just adorable. He's just, oh!

Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH

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.

Niggaz need guns, too.

What people do for the struggle of power is madness.

I'm the rebel totally going against the grain. I always want to do the extreme. I want to get as many people looking as possible.