You Live And You Learn,

I Never Want To Look Back On Life And Say I Wish I Did Something, And I Don't Want Anybody Else To Do That.

My White Girl Veronica, Black Girl Monica, Got Me Celebrating Christma-hanu-kwanzaa-kah, Rocking Dashikis With A Yarmulke.

It Was Probably In Third Grade - I Had A Super Fake, Gold Herringbone Chain. I Don't Remember If It Was My Mom's Or How I Got It, But Ever Since Then, I've Loved Chains.

Sometimes When You Make Good Stuff And You Love It, It Gets Outdated Sometimes, Because You've Held On To It So Long, You May Not Like It Like You Used To.

I Just Always Stay Honest With Myself. All My Stuff Isn't Boastful, But Some Of It Is. But That's Just The Music, The Art.