I know I got angels watchin me from the other side.

I refuse to accept other people's ideas of happiness for me. As if there's a 'one size fits all' standard for happiness.

I don't know what's better gettin' laid or gettin' paid.

Why, if someone is good in one field can they not be accepted or given the slightest opportunity to express and be creative in other fields?

Nobody can tell me where I can and can't go.

It was a strike against me that I didn't wear baggy jeans and jerseys and that I never hustled, never sold drugs.