Since Age Twelve, I've Felt Like I'm

Yeah, I Did See Where The People Dissing Me Were Coming From. But, It's Like, Anything That Happened In The Past Between Black And White, I Can't Really Speak On It, Because I Wasn't There. I Don't Feel Like Me Being Born The Color I Am Makes Me Any Less Of A Person.

I Don't Even Know How To Speak Up For Myself, Because I Don't Really Have A Father Who Would Give Me The Confidence Or Advice.

I Got A Generation Brainwashed To Pop Pills And Smoke Pot Til They Brains Rot.

These Times Are So Hard, And They're Getting Even Harder.

When I Do Something I Have To Do It All The Way - That Goes For Music, With A High-hat, A Snare Drum, A Rhyme, Everything. I Have To Push It To The Extreme. That's How I Realized I Have Addictive Behavior. Somebody Told Me This Once, That The Thing That Makes Me Bad Is The Same Thing That Makes Me Good At Other Things.