“For thugs from the ghetto, violence is a way of life – it’s what helps you survive.”

No matter what it is, I think people want the answer they want, they don’t want the truth.

I only know what I heard and what I read. I had no involvement.

There’s no difference in dealing with the music business with the majors than any other competition. The music business is way more cutthroat than any other business.

I don’t care about how many times somebody recognizes my face.

In prison, you get the chance to see who really loves you.

Basically, people are never happy enough because they want more money.

As far as anybody in the rap game ever tryin to assassinate my character, thats impossible. You talkin about a man who has always walked the walk and talked the talk.

I ain’t never preyed on the weak. I ain’t never gone and picked on a guy that I knew I could beat up, even as a kid. People wanna make me seem like I’m [that] type of guy.

If you grow up in the suburbs, you hear of people dying of old age, car wrecks, cancer. In the city, it’s always people dying of violence or stray bullets.

If you wanna cross somebody, then do that. Don’t act like it wasn’t you.

I think the biggest misconception about me probably is … I don’t prey on the weak. I ain’t a bully, but I ain’t no saint, either.

I am in the penitentiary. The only thing that I do is my time.

The music business would be much better, for the youth and the kids, if they start hiring employees that understand the kids.

I’m gonna make sure everybody get their justice. This the year for business, this the year for my book, this the year for the movie and this the year for getting even. I’m on my way.

Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.

You got good and bad people everywhere.

Therapy. Acting classes. Yoga. Strong friendships. All these helped me see and heal parts of me I was trying to hide.

I am suffocating in the vacancy of the overflowing space, can you feel me reaching out?

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

I can’t help myself but stare off into empty space I don’t know where else to search for you, And I miss you so much.

You can’t help when the pain heals as you can’t stop what the heart feels.

I’ve always felt the urge to express myself to overcome my emotions and to share those expressions to help others.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

she is evolving into a queen help her adjust her crown or just let her be