Step By Step, Heart To Heart, Left

Everything Always Happens For A Reason.

People At Rehab Were Stealing My Hats And Pens And Notebooks And Asking For Autographs. I Couldn't Concentrate On My Problem.

I Was Born A Premature Birth. My First Words Were "bleep, Bleep" And "curse, Curse" My Breath Still Stinks And I'm On My 3rd Cert.

I Get Offended When People Say, 'so, Being A White Rapper...and Growing Up White...after Being Born White...' It's All I Ever Hear!

Don't Let Them Tell You Ain't Beautiful