We'll Have A Baby Who Stutters Repeatedly

Don't Tell Me What Was Said About Me. Tell Me Why They Were So Comfortable To Say It To You.

Niggas Pray And Pray On My Downfall, But Every Time I Hit The Ground I Bounce Up Like Round Ball

How Could I Be Out There And Not Do Anything?

I Grew Up In Marcy Projects In Brooklyn, And My Mom And Pop Had An Extensive Record Collection, So Michael Jackson And Stevie Wonder And All Of Those Sounds And Souls Of Motown Filled The House.

When People Say Stuff Like, "oh, That's Soft Rock. I Don't Listen To That," I Find That Elitist. It's Music-racist.