"Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work, and you get nothin' without struggle and hard work"
"It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs."
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Source: Song: Hate Me Now, Album: I Am..., 1999
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