No Freedom Til We're Equal...damn Right I

Reading A Piece Of Poetry With No Beat In Front Of 20 People Is Way More Challenging Than Rocking For 10,000 People.

Expectations Are Resentments Waiting To Happen

I Write To The Beat And Let Life Play The Guitar Strings

Broken, Hopeless, Headed Nowhere Only Motivation For What The Dealer's Supplying That Rush, That Drug, That Dope Those Pills, That Crumb, That Roach Thinkin' I Would Never Do That, Not That Drug And Growing Up Nobody Ever Does Until Your Stuck, Lookin' In The Mirror Like I Can't Believe What I've Become Swore I Was Goin' To Be Someone And Growing Up Everyone Always Does We Sell Our Dreams And Our Potential To Escape Through That Buzz

I Grew Up In The Spoken-word Community. Before Everybody Had A Home Studio, Or Before We Could Get Booked For Shows, Open Mics Were The Only Way To Be Heard By Other People. It Really Gave Me A Chance To Develop As A Performer. Reading A Piece Of Poetry With No Beat In Front Of 20 People Is Way More Challenging Than Rocking For 10,000 People.