Despite What I Say In My Songs,

Music Is My Time Capsule. Each Album Reflects What I'm Going Through Or What's Going On In My Life At That Moment.

Be A King? Think Not. Why Be A King When You Can Be A God?

You Can Make Something Of Your Life, It Just Depends On Your Drive.

Before I Was Famous, When I Was Just Working In Gilbert's Lodge, Everything Was Moving In Slow Motion.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!