I Talk About Life, And I Make

It Hurts To See Anybody In Pain, If You've Got Any Kind Of Heart.

It's A Thin Line Between Paper And Hate, Friends And Snakes, Nine Millis And Thirty-eights, Hell Or The Pearly Gates...i Was Destined To Come, Predicted, Blame God, He Blew Breath In My Lungs.

Some People Say I'm Conscious, Some Say I'm A Gangsta Rapper - It's Just Me Doing Me. I'm Stomping In My Own Lane. I'm Doing What I Do.

Аll I Need Is One Life, One Try, One Breath, I'm One Man. What I Stand For Speaks For Itself...they Don't Understand.

It's Not Just Hip-hop That's Dead. Mostly Every Form Of American Music Is Dead. It's Been Dead. R&b Isn't Really Good.