My Man Prefers Meat Over The Bone.

You Collect Impressions From People, From Life, From Your Own Daydreams.

The Music Teacher Thought I Sang Like A Goat. It Was Kind Of Devastating. A Few Months After That, I Participated In A Music Contest And Won. I Took My Little Trophy To School And Rubbed It In His Nose. I Said To Him, "what Do You Say Now?"

My Songs Are The Reflection Of How I Think And How I Feel In That Moment. But I'm Conscious Of The Fact That Artists Have A Responsibility Before The Masses And They Have To Take Care With Their Words.

I Consider Myself A Survivor More Than Anything Else.

I Prefer An Ugly Truth To A Pretty Lie. If Someone Is Telling Me The Truth That Is When I Will Give My Heart.