Life In The Pen Ain't For Me

Everybody Raps. We Rap To Make Money. We Do Business. Ain't No Other Record Company Out There That Sold As Many Records As We Did.

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

My Mama Always Used To Tell Me: 'if You Can't Find Somethin' To Live For, You Best Find Somethin' To Die For.'

Why Isn't It Hip-hop When I Do It? Everybody Else Can Have Beef Within The Music, Talk About Differences And It's Ok. It's Music, It's Hip-hop, It's Ground Breaking. When I Do It, It's War.

My Raps Are A Decision, Rabble Rousing, Spiritual, Like Gospel Music. I Don't Want To Dance. We Have So Many Things To Deal With, We Need To Talk Straight Up And Down.