I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself/'Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?'

I was born not to make it but I did.

I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black/My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

The real tragedy is that there are some ignorant brothers out here. That's why I'm not on this all-White or all Black shit. I'm on this all-real or all fake sh…

A sense of utter loneliness-loneliness inevitable, crushing, eternal, the loneliness of existence, encompassed by the infinite void of unconsciousness-enfolded…

Archie Rice: I'm dead behind these eyes. I'm dead, just like the whole inert, shoddy lot out there. It doesn't matter because I don't feel a thing, and neither…

I can't think of words. I feel no emotion about anything. I don't want to laugh or cry. I'm numb-dead inside.