No Temporary Chaos Is Worth Your Sanity.

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat. I Go With The Rhythm Of It And The Words Start To Come To My Mind And Those Words Could Be Based On Things That's Been On My Mind For The Past Year, The Past Month, The Past Week, Whatever; I Write It.

When I Try To Sound Like The Contemporary Sound, It Never Turns Out That Way.

Beyond The Walls Of Intelligence, Life Is Defined

I'm Capable Of Anything, My Imagination Can Give Me Wings

Life Is Parallel To Hell But I Must Maintain And Be Prosperous, Though We Live Dangerous.