When I was alone and had nothing, I asked for a friend to help me bear the pain. No one came, except God. When I needed a breath to rise from my sleep, no one could help me, except God. When all I saw was sadness and I needed answers, no one heard me, except God. So when I'm asked who I give my unconditional love to? I look for no other name, except God.

I truly believe I've been blessed by God, and God walks with me.

I'm not really a religious person. But I believe that God wants me to do something and it has to do with Thug Life.

I've been shot five times but I'm still breathing, living proof there a God if you need a reason.

I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about.

I live with one deep concern: Am I making the right decisions? Sometimes I am uncertain, and I must look to God for guidance.