Seems it's my destiny for love to cause me misery.
I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.
I'm pretty confident and, at the same time, I'm pretty insecure. I'm like a walking conflict.
I know I should stop smoking, but it scares me. I mean, what would I turn to next?
A lot of people have problems with public confrontation, but it doesn't worry me at all. I can handle myself. I know my martial arts.
In the late '90s, R&B was dominant in the radio, and the white kids were taking it mainstream.