No Ideas Original - There Is Nothing

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

When I Write A Story, I Just Wanna Tell You What's In My Head. It Can Come From Real Life And Then Turn Into Fantasy, Stuff Just Rhyming. And Write About What You Know. I Just Like To Tell Stories That Have Not Been Told Or [told] From My Perspective.

My Success Symbolizes Loyalty, Great Friends, Dedication, Hard Work, Routine Builds Character. In A World Full Of Snakes, Rats And Scavengers

We're All Africans, Everyone - Black, White, Yellow.

Today, With The Media, The Internet, Things Get Out There About Anybody, Anytime, So There's Nothing Wrong About Talking About Your Life, Because Someone Else Is Going To Talk About It And Mess It Up.