Props Is A True Thug's Wife.

Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne

Beyond The Walls Of Intelligence, Life Is Defined

My Skin Is An Art Gallery Right, With Paintings And Crucifixes Hoping To Save Me From All The Dangers In The Music Business

I Want You To Know Who I Am: What The Streets Taste Like, Feel Like, Smell Like. What The Cops Talk Like, Walk Like, Think Like. What Crackheads Do - I Wanted You To Smell It, Feel It. It Was Important To Me That I Told The Story That Way Because I Thought That It Wouldn't Be Told If I Didn't Tell It.

I Fell In Love With Words And I Think That Made My Mom Smile. I Think That Was Cool For Her.