Like A Groupie Incognito Posing As A

Me And God We Don't Get Along.

As Soon As The First Person Wrote About Me, The Articles Became Just Blatant, All-out Lies. I Consider It Slander. If I Cared More, I'd Kill Them.

I Was Never Successful In A Noteworthy Way, No One Wrote About Me, And I Didn't Have Recognition. I've Met A Lot Of Musicians Along The Way Who Thought I Was Good, And They Knew That Was Important To Me. Having A Simple Career As A Musician Who Liked Music Was Good Enough For Me.

I'd Liked My First Record, It Was Autobiographical And Beautiful.

Who Belonged To No One, Who Belonged To Everyone. Who Had Nothing, Who Wanted Everything.