To Me, Playing An Instrument And Singing,

I Dreamt That I Could Paint You With Words, But There Were No Colors Bright Enough, Black Or White Enough, Blue Or Green Enough...they Didn't Mean Enough

I'm Not Shy About Heated Debate Or Passionate Discourse, But When People Get Crazy Or Rude, That's A Buzz Kill. There's Got To Be A Better Code Of Conduct, Some Basic Etiquette.

Everything's Got Space Between It, The Planets, Trees, Your Eyes. Your Eyes Get Too Close Together, It's A Whole Different World. You Can Lose Perspective.

I've Always Loved Music And I Love The Language, Which Is A Huge Reason Why I'm Part Of Theater.

Hip-hop Went From Selling Crack To Smoking It