“Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?”

Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.

Don’t support the phonies, support the real.

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.

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

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.

I guess my strongest recurring theme is honoring love, even when it’s lost.

I knew you tried to change the ending.

Our love is like a red, red rose and I am a little thorny.

Old loves are dropped when new ones come.

We should know what is true before we break our rage.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

I don’t hate you for loving you. I just hate my heart for choosing someone like you.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.