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In The Early '90s, When I Really Started To Find My Voice, I Was Reading A Lot Of Books, And I Was Moved By The Writers, Like Chinua Achebe, And I Wanted To Be Able To Write Rhymes That Were As Potent As What I Was Reading.

I Dreamt That I Could Paint You With Words, But There Were No Colors Bright Enough, Black Or White Enough, Blue Or Green Enough...they Didn't Mean Enough

Restlessness Is My Nemesis. It's Hard To Just Chill And Sit Still.

My Presence Speaks Volumes Before I Say A Word.

To Me, Playing An Instrument And Singing, All Of These Different Things Are Just As Natural To Me As Rhyming.