I Hate Hateful People.

My Style Is Ambiguous And Lucid.

I Believe Hip Hop Is Being Used In Some Mass Way To Influence Underachievement.

I Called Out To God, But The Devil Keeps Answering.

There Was A Time When I Didn't Like Myself At All. I Thought I Was A Cruel Joke. But Now I've Come To Realise That Maybe I Am Not Cute, But I Am Beautiful.

Everybody's The Same Color With The Lights Off.