I travel the garden of music, thru inspiration. It's a large, very large garden, seen?
I man don't come red, I come Black
If I wasn't a singer, I'd be a bloodclaat revolutionary.
There are lots of imposters in this earth, and to very first there always comes a second, to every reality there always come a fantasy, and the fantasy wants to come and live the life of the reality
Everyone's trying to reach the top. Tell me how far is it from the bottom.
I don't have to say I'm going to make a song. A song is always there. I just have to open my mouth and a song comes out.