I Write To The Beat And Let

One Man's Trash That's Another Man's Come Up.

Broken, Hopeless, Headed Nowhere Only Motivation For What The Dealer's Supplying That Rush, That Drug, That Dope Those Pills, That Crumb, That Roach Thinkin' I Would Never Do That, Not That Drug And Growing Up Nobody Ever Does Until Your Stuck, Lookin' In The Mirror Like I Can't Believe What I've Become Swore I Was Goin' To Be Someone And Growing Up Everyone Always Does We Sell Our Dreams And Our Potential To Escape Through That Buzz

We Are What We Wear, We Wear What We Are

You Have Major Labels That Are Willing To Take Unconventional Approaches Because The Old Model Is Crumbling In Front Of Us.

I Buy Whatever I See, But I Tend To Not Spend Money Just To Spend It.