It's Foul What This Money Could Do,

Anything That's Really Good, Everybody Wants To Put Their Hands On. The Multimedia Puts Their Hands On It And Everything Happens That Makes It Global. Then People Forget The Roots Of It And People Forget Why They Care About It, And Then It Gets Torn Apart And Turns So Commercial That You Don't Even Know What The Essence Of This Art Form Is Even About.

Life Is Parallel To Hell But I Must Maintain And Be Prosperous, Though We Live Dangerous.

That Buck That Bought A Bottle Could Have Struck The Lotto

You A Slave To A Page In My Rhyme Book.

You Don't Want To Disappoint. Especially Someone Like Me Who's Been Out Of Music For Years And Hasn't Had An Album In Like, Four Years.