They're Only Words, Unless They're True.

People Hear The Soul, Black Influence In My Voice. I Grew Up Listening To Cklw And All The Black Stations Like Wlbs.

I Hate Polite Conversation. I Hate It When People Stand Around And Go, "hi, How Are You?" I Hate Words That Don't Have Any Reason Or Meaning. Also I Hate It When People Smoke In Elevators And Closed In Places. It's Just So Rude.

I Miss New York. I Still Love How People Talk To You On The Street - Just Assault You And Tell You What They Think Of Your Jacket.

I Think They Were Scared Of Me Because I Was Different. I've Always Asked, 'why? Why Do I Have To Do That? Why Do I Have To Look This Way? Why Do I Have To Dress This Way? Why Do I Have To Behave This Way?'

I Became An Overachiever To Get Approval From The World.