In Middle School, I Had An '87

I Guess Now Music Is So Saturated And So Microwaved. It's, Like, 15 Minutes In The Microwave And Boom, You've Got Something. Nobody's Putting Passion Or Any Thought Behind It Anymore.

Open Your Eyes, I'm A Blessing In Disguise

I Could Sit Right Here And Have A 15-minute Conversation With Somebody And Change Their Whole Life.

Real Recognize Real, I Suppose.

My Music Is More Like Ghetto Gospel; There's A Message In My Words, So People Listen. Sometimes You Might Here Different Things; It Depends On How You Feel. You Might Feel Down, And I Might Be The Cat In The Same Sentence Saying, "you Need To Get Up And Do Your Thing." And Then I Could Be The Same Cat, When You At The Top Of Your Game, Telling You, "it Feel Good, Don't It?" But With The Same Words.