Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.
I don’t know how to live good. I only know how to suffer.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.
I just spent 11 and a half months in a maximum-security jail, got shot five times, and was wrongly convicted of a crime I didn’t commit.
I don’t see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.
I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That’s bad.
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.