No Matter What These People Say About

When My Mama Asks Me Will I Ever Change, I Tell Her Yeah... But It's Clear I Will Always Be The Same Until The End Of Time.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

It's Been Stress And Drama For A Long Time Now, Man. So Much Has Happened. I Got Shot Five Times By Some Dudes Who Were Trying To Rub Me Out. But God Is Great. He Let Me Come Back. But, When I Look At The Last Few Years, It's Not Like Everybody Just Did Me Wrong. I Made Some Mistakes. But I'm Ready To Move On.

There's Nobody In The Business Strong Enough To Scare Me.

Goin Insane, Never Die, Live Eternal, Who Shall I Fear?