You Not Feeling Me, Fine.

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

It Was A Very Intense And Stressful Situation. There Was Playing In The Johnny-pump (an Opened Fire Hydrant) And The Ice-cream Man Coming Around And All Of These Games That We'd Play, And Suddenly It Would Turn Just Violent And There Would Be Shootings At 12 In The Afternoon On Any Given Day.

You Can Want Success All You Want, But To Get It, You Can’t Falter. You Can’t Slip. You Can’t Sleep. One Eye Open, For Real, And Forever.

Identity Is A Prison You Can Never Escape, But The Way To Redeem Your Past Is Not To Run From It, But To Try To Understand It, And Use It As A Foundation To Grow.

You Not Feeling Me, Fine. It Costs You Nothing, Pay Me No Mind.