Freedom Or Jail Clips Inserted, A Baby's

Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne

That Buck That Bought A Bottle Could Have Struck The Lotto

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat. I Go With The Rhythm Of It And The Words Start To Come To My Mind And Those Words Could Be Based On Things That's Been On My Mind For The Past Year, The Past Month, The Past Week, Whatever; I Write It.

No Ideas Original - There Is Nothing New Under The Sun.

Business, Endorsements And Things Of That Nature, I Got Into It Kinda Naturally. Those Ventures Materialised As A Direct Result Of Things That I Was Actually Doing; All The Partnerships Have Been Organic And Not Necessarily Etched Out Plans For Monetary Gain.