I Think My Vice Would Be Outdoing

How Am I Influencing So Many People On This Stage Rather Than Influencing The Ones That I Have Back Home?

What Is Love? Love To Me Is God.

Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice.. If I Told You That A Flower Bloom In A Dark Room Would You Trust It. I Mean I Write Poems In These Songs.

And I'm Not Sure Why I'm Infatuated With Death, My Imagination Is Surely An Aggravation Of Threats... Maybe Cause I'm A Dreamer, And Sleep Is The Cousin Of Death, Really Stuck In The Scheme Of Wondering When I'mma Rest.

While You Have People Who Are Actually Fronting For Your Needs And Wants, Sometimes Your Needs And Wants May Not Be Right For You. The People Around You Are Just Trying To Keep Their Jobs.