I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell; I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well.
You are the word I am looking for when I'm trying to describe how I feel inside and the right one just won't come to my mind.
I’m Makaveli’s offspring: I’m the king of New York, king of the coasts, one hand I juggle them both.
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease. Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be.
I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem, or use my arrogance as a steam to power my dreams.