Hip-hop Went From Selling Crack To Smoking

I Guess Something That You Love To Do, You Gotta Ease Up Off It And Give It A Little Space, Come Back And Be Fresh To It.

We Blasted Holes In The Night Until She Bled Sunshine

I Got My First Exposure To Islam When I Was 13.

Everything's Got Space Between It, The Planets, Trees, Your Eyes. Your Eyes Get Too Close Together, It's A Whole Different World. You Can Lose Perspective.

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