If You Believe In God,

If God Wanted Me To Be Quiet He Would’ve Never Showed Me What He Does.

The Thing That Bothers Me Is That It Seems Like All The Sensitive Stuff I Write Just Goes Unnoticed . . . The Media Doesn't Get Who I Am At All. Or Maybe They Just Can't Accept It. It Doesn't Fit Into Those Negative Stories They Like To Write. I'm The Kind Of Guy Who Is Moved By A Song Like Don Mclean's "vincent," That One About Van Gogh. The Lyric On That Song Is So Touching. That's How I Want To Make My Songs Feel. Take "dear Mama" - I Aimed That One Straight For My Homies' Heartstrings.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

My Family Tree Consists Of Drug Dealers, Thugs, And Killers.

Reality Is Wrong. Dreams Are For Real.