“It’s hard to care when no one loves you.”

Imperfection is inherited, therefore we all sin, but fighting the war of sin is the greatest war of all because we all die in the end no matter how hard we fight.

I’d rather die like a man, than live like a coward.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive. Never surrender.

Don’t live to fight, fight to live.

I want to grow. I want to be better. You grow. We all grow. We’re made to grow. You either evolve or you disappear.

Watch for phonies, keep your enemies close, watch your homies.

Our future is our confidence and self-esteem.

Just cause you live in the ghetto doesn’t mean you can’t grow.

Even the genius ask questions.

The lesser the friends, the lesser the chances of betrayal.

The seed must grow regardless of the fact that it’s planted in stone.

I think I’m a natural-born leader. I know how to bow down to authority if it’s authority that I respect.

Don’t believe everything you hear: Real eyes, Realize, Real lies.

Cry later, but for now, let’s enjoy the laughter.

As wars come and go, my soldier stays eternal.

I didn’t choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.

How long can the flowers in my garden survive if the sun suddenly disappears?

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

We do not really know what we have lost until all that is left is the emptiness within us.

A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved.

Well, he died. You don’t get any older than that.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

The mirror in my room is a Liar. It doesn’t reflect what’s inside.

I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.