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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll tell ya one thing about tyrants:

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

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