The genius thing that we did was, we didn't give up.

I would run into the corner store, the bodega, and just grab a paper bag or buy juice - anything just to get a paper bag. And I'd write the words on the paper bag and stuff these ideas in my pocket until I got back. Then I would transfer them into the notebook.

just when i thought i had everything, i lost it all

I keep my enemies close/ I give 'em enough rope/ They put themselves in the air/ I just kick away the chair.

I'm trying to tell the story in the most clear, concise, and truthful way, taking those everyday words and phrases and capturing them in a way that they become something else.

If you want the old me, go buy my old albums.

Everyone needs a chance to evolve.