I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.
When I try to sound like the contemporary sound, it never turns out that way.
The reason I want to be alone, is I'm tired of all the things that went wrong that would've went right if I had did 'em on my own
I don't respect killers, I respect O. G. knowledge, Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance. Lessons, detrimental to a young disciple; Folks, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do. Keep your enemies close, where they can see you. It's not your enemy who get you, it's always your own people.
"Never stop. Never settle. " I believe in this message.
Аll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man. What I stand for speaks for itself. . . they don't understand.
Don't speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words.
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
All of my role models, whether it was the disciples, or John the Baptist or Arthur Rimbaud, slept under the stars.
The knowledge and understanding of the world which science gives us and the magnificent opportunity which it extends to us to control and use the world for the extension of our pleasure in it has never been greater than it now is.
Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]