Life is a gamble, we scramble for money, I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny.

I'm only 19 but my mind is older... When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.

Your simple words just don't move me... You're minor, we major. You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player.

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from. You can run but you can't hide forever.

For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone.

Take these words home and think it through; Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.

A friend is someone who walks into a room when everyone else is walking out.

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation, Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.

Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots will make you levitate

These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs... Four in the mornin' we throwin back some Cognac juice.

Havin' cash is highly addictive, especially when you're used to havin' money to live with.

That millions of people share the same forms of mental pathology does not make these people sane.

Technology itself is neither good nor bad. People are good or bad.

I prefer radio to TV because the pictures are better.

Everything I own has some significance to me.

Our ability to factory farm animals is coldly psychopathic.

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

Sometimes the best gear for a climb is a good excuse.

Power and wealth are not two of my main stakes.

You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen, it said 'Parking Fine.'

I hate nothing more than having my nails painted. I feel like I'm in time out.