Finally Here, Imma Star With The Timing.

I Wish That We Lived In A Time And A Generation Where People Would Stop Viewing My Honesty As Overly Emotional. People Always Act Like I Spend My Life Crying In A Dark Room. I Don't, I'm Good. I'm A Man. I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Don't Think People Realize That We Die, We Leave Here, And Either They Forget About You Or Remember You. And How They Remember You Is Up To You. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.

Everyone Just Wants To See What You Can Do For Yourself. People Think That Just Because I Have Some Big Ridiculous Number On My Myspace Page That It's All Easy For Me. People Are Interested But I Don't Come Home To Labels Waiting Outside My House.

When Raindrops Hit The Tin Roof It's Crazy. That's A Metaphor, Did I Lose You Baby?

Seeing My Family Have It All Took The Place Of That Desire For Diplomas On The Wall

But I Gotta Say, Oh, Baby, Oh Baby, Why Is This So Familiar? Just Met Her, Already Feel Like I Know The Real Her.