Breathe In...inhale Vapors From Bright

It's Difficult To Really Be An Artist Nowadays. People Are Just On Another Page. You Have A Society That Needs You To Say Something, But They Don't Want To Give You The Environment To Be Able To Be Just A Functioning, Happy, Normal Person. It's Like, The Industry Is At Odds With You, The Society Is At Odds With You. You Start To Live In This Very Confined Box Where It's Like, It's "me" And "them."

Breathe In...inhale Vapors From Bright Stars That Shine, Breathe Out...weed Smoke Retrace The Skyline.

I Can't Take It Y'all I Can Feel The City Breathin Chest Heavin, Against The Flesh Of The Evening Sigh Before We Die Like The Last Train Leaving

Fear Not Of Men Because Men Must Die. Mind Over Matter And Soul Before Flesh.

In The Early '90s, When I Really Started To Find My Voice, I Was Reading A Lot Of Books, And I Was Moved By The Writers, Like Chinua Achebe, And I Wanted To Be Able To Write Rhymes That Were As Potent As What I Was Reading.