Sometimes I Trip On How

The Day Obama Got Elected, The Gangsta Became Less Relevant.

You Could Name Practically Any Problem In The Hood And There'd Be A Rap Song For You.

You Know The Type: Loud As A Motorbike But Wouldn't Bust A Grape In A Fruit Fight.

I Would Run Into The Corner Store, The Bodega, And Just Grab A Paper Bag Or Buy Juice - Anything Just To Get A Paper Bag. And I'd Write The Words On The Paper Bag And Stuff These Ideas In My Pocket Until I Got Back. Then I Would Transfer Them Into The Notebook.

You Learn More In Failure Than You Ever Do In Success