That Which Does Not Kill Me Can

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

Hip Hop Was Supposed To Be This New Thing That Had No Boundaries And Was So Different To Everyday Music. As Long As It Has Soul To It, Hip Hop Can Live On.

All I'm Trying To Do Is Survive And Make Good Out Of The Dirty, Nasty, Unbelievable Lifestyle That They Gave Me.

My Mother Taught Me Three Things, Respect, Knowledge-search For Knowledge, It's An Eternal Journey. That's Like My Hair-cut, The Line, 360 Degrees, Find Knowledge Always. And She Taught Me To Not Be Quiet, If There's Something On My Mind Speak It. But Also To Listen.

Everyday There's More Death, And Plus I'm Doughless. I'm Seeing More Reasons For Me To Proceed With Thieving.