You reached your level, you don't want any more. We asked ten years ago, we were askin' with the Panthers, we were askin' in the Civil Rights Movement. Now those who were askin' are all dead or in jail, wo what are we gonna do? And we shouldn't be angry!?

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased. Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'.

I'm tired of being a nice guy, I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why.

Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You too old to understand tha way tha game is told.

I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?

There ain't nothin' like a Black woman.

Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's, next, In this world full of countless threats.

And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die.