I Can't Give Up. It's

I'm Not Thuggin' For Me, I'm Thuggin' For My Family, I Pay All The Bills, I Feed My Whole Family, Wrong Or Right, I Do And I Can't Stop.

Reality Is Wrong. Dreams Are For Real.

I'm 23 Years Old. I Might Just Be My Mother's Child, But In All Reality, I'm Everybody's Child. Nobody Raised Me; I Was Raised In This Society.

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.

Tomorrow I See Change, A Chance To Build A New. Built On Spirit Intent Of Heart, And Ideals Based On Truth.