If You Let A Person Talk Long

It's A Constant Man-ego-check Going On In The Streets, In This World.

To Me, A Perfect Album Talks About The Hard Stuff And The Fun And Caring Stuff.

We Are Weak, Please Let Us In. We're Week, Please Let Us In." After About A Week Tha Song Is Gonna Change To, "we're Hungry, We Need Some Food." After Two, Three Weeks It's Like "give Me Some Of Tha Food! I'm Breakin Down Tha Door." After A Year It's Like, "i'm Pickin' The Lock, Comin' Through The Door Blastin." It's Like, "i'm Hungry.

I Don't Want To Be A Role Model. I Just Want To Be Someone Who Says, This Is Who I Am, This Is What I Do, I Say What's On My Mind.

In My Brain All I Think About Is Fame.