It’s always easier dealing with other people’s families than your own.
I don't care if the girl is slim or fat, I just want the girl that makes me happy.
Yeah... When you don't have a lot of family at home, you gonna find it somewhere else.
— I can't lose you again, Tristan. I won't lose you again.
— I'm sorry. I love you.
— I know what I'm fighting for... my family. What are you fighting for?
— Myself. That's plenty of motivation, I can assure you.
So I'm hopeless. Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry, I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry. Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do? But be a thug, out slangin' with the homies, fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs. Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide. My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, why do we die at an early age? He was so young, but still a victim of the 12 gauge, my memories of a corpse.
Easier... to hurt people I love?
Easier to hurt people you don't... remember... loving.