There Ain't Nothin' Like A Black Woman.

Did You Hear About The Rose That Grew From A Crack In The Concrete? Proving Nature's Laws Wrong, It Learned To Walk Without Having Feet. Funny, It Seems To By Keeping It's Dreams; It Learned To Breathe Fresh Air. Long Live The Rose That Grew From Concrete When No One Else Even Cared.

You Either Ride With Us, Or Collide With Us.

My Cellmate's Raped On The Norm, And Passed Around The Dorm, You Can Hear His Asshole Getting Torn.

When An Angel Comes Down And Takes Me Away, Memories Of Me And My Songs Will Always Stay Until The End Of Time

Just Because I Write Some Songs About Bad Women, Though, That Doesn't Mean I Hate Women. I've Written Songs That Show Great Love And Respect For Women Too. Songs That Talk About Strong, Upstanding Women And Their Pain. I Have Women Working On My Music. They Understand Where I'm Coming From. So Does My Mama. I Always Play My Music For Her Before It Comes Out. Why Do You Think I Wrote "dear Mama"? I Wrote It For My Mama Because I Love Her And I Felt I Owed Her Something Deep.