The Third Always Speaks The Unspeakable Words.

In My Death, People Will Understand What I Was Talking About.

The Same Crime Element That White People Are Scared Of Black People Are Scared Of. While They Waiting For Legislation To Pass, We Next Door To The Killer. All Them Killers They Let Out, They're In That Building. Just Because We Black, We Get Along With The Killers? What Is That?

That Girl Can Barely Spell Her Name.

I Am Being Ripped Off, Because I've Never Lied To The Press. Just As Much Truth I Bring To My Work, A Journalist Should Bring That Much Truth To Their Work.

I Got Love For My Brother But We Can Never Go Nowhere Unless We Share With Each Other.