You Ain't Gotta Go To Church To

Kurt Cobain Od'd On Heroin Before Committing Suicide, But He Also Od'd On Fame. Cobain Was Like Basquiat: They Both Wanted To Be Famous, And Were Brilliant Enough To Make It Happen. But Then What? Drug Addicts Kill Themselves Trying To Get That Feeling They Got From Their First High, Looking For An Experience They'll Never Get Again. In His Suicide Note, Cobain Asked Himself, "why Don't You Just Enjoy It?" And Then Answered, "i Don't Know!" It's Amazing How Much Of A Mindfuck Success Can Be.

My Life After Childhood Has Two Main Stories: The Story Of The Hustler And The Story Of The Rapper, And The Two Overlap As Much As They Diverge. I Was On The Streets For More Than Half Of My Life From The Time I Was Thirteen Years Old. People Sometimes Say That Now I'm So Far Away From That Life - Now That I've Got Businesses And Grammys And Magazine Covers - That I Have No Right To Rap About It. But How Distant Is The Story Of Your Own Life Ever Going To Be? The Feelings I Had During That Part Of My Life Were Burned Into Me Like A Brand. It Was Life During Wartime.

When You Listen To An Album, It Shouldn't Feel Like, "that's The Girl Song," "that's The Club Song." I Shouldn't Know What You're Thinking While You're Making The Song. I Don't Want To Know What The Artist Is Thinking.

In The End, You Can't Censor The Truth, Especially When It Comes Packaged In Hot Music.

New York Has A Thousand Universes In It That Don't Always Connect But We Do All Walk The Same Streets, Hear The Same Sirens, Ride The Same Subways, See The Same Headlines In The Post, Read The Same Writings On The Walls. That Shared Landscape Gets Inside Of All Of Us And, In Some Small Way, Unites Us, Makes Us Think We Know Each Other Even When We Don't.