I Put The Pistol By My Head,

My Raps Are A Decision, Rabble Rousing, Spiritual, Like Gospel Music. I Don't Want To Dance. We Have So Many Things To Deal With, We Need To Talk Straight Up And Down.

I Only Wrote One Song In Jail. But I'm Writing New Album - You're Going To Feel The Entire 11 Months Of What I Went Through On This Album. I'm Venting My Anger.

For Quiet Times Disappear Listen To The Ocean

Take A Look At My Family, A Different Father Every Weekend.

Can You Picture My Prophecy?