I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain

Everything He Wanna Have-i Got.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

There's No Way I Could Pay You Back But My Plan Is To Show You That I Understand, You Are Appreciated

I Feel Close To Marvin Gaye, Vincent Van Gogh, Because Nobody Appreciated His Work Until He Was Dead. Now It's Worth Millions.

If I Was White I Would Have Been Like John Wayne... I Feel Like A Tragic Hero In A Shakespeare Play