It Was Hell, Hugging My Mama From

People Look To Me To Do Things For Them, To Have Answers.

It’s Just Me Against The World.

I'd Love To Go Back To When We Played As Kids, But Things Change. And That's The Way It Is.

No Thank You To All The Bustas, Cowards, And Fake Homies Who Showed Me The Depths Of Jealousy, Envy And Greed.

My Music Is Not For Everyone. It's Only For The Stong-willed, The [street] Soldiers Music. It's Not Like Party Music- I Mean, You Could Gig To It, But It's Spiritual. My Musi Is Spiritual. It's Like Negro Spiituals, Except For The Fact That I'm Not Saying 'we Shall Overcome.' I'm Saying That We Are Overcome.