'My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem/Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege/My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me/I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow/My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks/You ain't gotta guess who's back'

'I get down for my Grandfather who took my momma/Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't wanna us to eat/At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for …

'Told 'em I finished school, and I started my own business/They say, 'Oh you graduated?'/No, I decided I was finished/ Chasin' y'all dreams and what you've got…

'Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack, and the white man gets paid off of all of that'

Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be 'damned if you do, and damned if you don't.'

Don't tell me that man doesn't belong out there. Man belongs wherever he wants to go - and he'll do plenty well when he gets there.

Le succes, qui ne prouve pas toujours le merite, tient souvent davantage au choix du sujet qu'a son execution.