My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'
It's the game of life. Do I win or do I lose? One day they're gonna shut the game down. I gotta have as much fun and go around the board as many times as I can before it's my turn to leave.
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.
Don't change on me. Don't extort me unless you intend to do it forever.
I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child, but in all reality, I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me; I was raised in this society.
I think I'm a natural-born leader. I know how to bow down to authority if it's authority that I respect.
It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.
The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.
I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.
We all gonna die, we bleed from similar veins.
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