You Either Ride With Us, Or Collide

There Ain't No Place Like Paradise.

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?

I Only Wrote One Song In Jail. But I'm Writing New Album - You're Going To Feel The Entire 11 Months Of What I Went Through On This Album. I'm Venting My Anger.

Look At Those Words, 'role' And 'model.' Both Of Those Are Fake Words, To Play A Role And To Model, That's Fake. I'm Real. Being Real, I Drink, I Hang Out, I Party

Once People Take Time To Find Out Who I Really Am You'd Be Surprised