When I Leave Here, When My Final

I Sometimes Feel Like I'm Caught In A Vise. Some People Feel Like I'm Some Kind Of Hero. Others Hate Me.

I Saw My Hometown Burning That Day.

We Could All Get Along If We Just Hang Out At Isurfing.

Nice Guys Just Don't Finish First In The Music Industry.

For A Long Time, Sure, I Was Letting The Pressure Of Being Rodney King Get To Me. It Ain't Easy. Even Now, I Walk Into A Place Wondering, 'what People Are Thinking? Do They Know Who I Am? What Do They Think About What Happened? Do They Blame Me For The All Those People Who Died?'