I Seen The Worst Of The Worst.

All These Ways We Classify Things As R&b And Hip-hop And Rock... It's Bullshit. It's All Music. If You Put Yourself In That Box, Then You Won't Be Able To Hear That It's All Music At Its Soul.

I Got Mouths To Feed Til They Put Flowers On Me.

We'll Have A Baby Who Stutters Repeatedly We'll Name Him History

New York Has A Thousand Universes In It That Don't Always Connect But We Do All Walk The Same Streets, Hear The Same Sirens, Ride The Same Subways, See The Same Headlines In The Post, Read The Same Writings On The Walls. That Shared Landscape Gets Inside Of All Of Us And, In Some Small Way, Unites Us, Makes Us Think We Know Each Other Even When We Don't.

I Spring Train In The Winter, Around Early December...