My Skin Is An Art Gallery Right,

Just Do As Much As You Can.

No Temporary Chaos Is Worth Your Sanity.

I Don't Have Time For The News Clippings. I Got My Own Mission.

It's A Thin Line Between Paper And Hate, Friends And Snakes, Nine Millis And Thirty-eights, Hell Or The Pearly Gates...i Was Destined To Come, Predicted, Blame God, He Blew Breath In My Lungs.

Sunlight And Seeing Something That Was A Thought Become A Thing And Materialize - That Makes Me Come Alive.