Roll with the punches until you're able to punch back.

I'll tell ya one thing about tyrants:

Deep down, they're the biggest cowards of all.

The echo of a pen is eternal..That of a bullet merely temporary.

God provides us with the pen, but we are the authors of our fate.

You ain't fit for gangsta shit. (i.e, you don't possess the toughness required for the hardships of this life.)

The road may darken, but we shall carry a little ray of light inside our souls..

Don't raise your head too high, Lest you fall flat on your face.

From the corner of life's ugliness, I've learnt to see its beauty.

I can smell hypocrisy. And you my dear, are stenching my nose.

Life is all about finding its beauty despite the ugliness that may surround it. For how can the thorns surrounding the rose undermine the beauty of the latter?