The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.

When I was younger, I was somewhat of an idealist. I guess I'm a little bit more of a realist now. I think there's a lot that can be done to make the world a better place, but it's more about choosing your battles.

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.

And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

Little soldier, little insect You know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or happily in the the dark Where kindness is a card game Or a bent up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain With a bullet and a bet.

I think there's so much about Rasta culture that's interesting. Just the idea of preaching one-ness, that we're all in this together.