I'm As Honest As I Can Be.

Broken, Hopeless, Headed Nowhere Only Motivation For What The Dealer's Supplying That Rush, That Drug, That Dope Those Pills, That Crumb, That Roach Thinkin' I Would Never Do That, Not That Drug And Growing Up Nobody Ever Does Until Your Stuck, Lookin' In The Mirror Like I Can't Believe What I've Become Swore I Was Goin' To Be Someone And Growing Up Everyone Always Does We Sell Our Dreams And Our Potential To Escape Through That Buzz

I Write To The Beat And Let Life Play The Guitar Strings

I Wanted To Get Clean. I Knew That My Highest Potential, The Place That I Was Most Spiritual, The Place That I Was The Most Rich In Terms Of My Life, And My Livelihood, And My Art And My Creativity, Was When I Was Sober.

I Put Myself In The Place Of The Listener When Editing My Writing. The Last Thing That I Want To Do Is Be Preached At And Told Who To Be Or What To Think When Listening To An Artist. However, I Do Want To Be Inspired. There's A Fine Line.

Drug Culture Is Extremely Prevalent And Probably Most People Know Somebody Whose Life Has Been Affected By Drugs, If It's Not Their Own Or In Their Own Family, They Have Friends. It's A Never-ending Process.