I want to be a skater.

Life is a lot like skateboarding.

This is brain surgery. Ski masks on my bullets, let 'em commit brain burglary. Emergency, it's an emergency. Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy.

When i started flirting with the hustle, failure became my ex, now I'm engaged to the game and married to success.

Shoot you on the front porch and knock you to the back yard.

I'm not the same as other people. I don't think the same. I don't do the same things. I just feel out of this world sometimes.

I've been criticized for the things I chose and things I've chosen to do.