For all my niggaz that smoke a pack a day For all my niggaz hold the bottle drink the pain away: what type of life is this? For all my niggaz that getn' the cash, and all my niggaz that… — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
Shit could flash and reverse the same in a minute. I don't even love life no more, my niggaz I just live it. And I don't love love, all the hurting is infinite. — Jean Grae Copy Share Image
