“The weight of honesty lies heavy in sweaty palms, preparing to speak the truth to a world that is not ready to hear it. – not everyone can handle your honesty.”

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

I wonder how different the world would be if we all said what we meant and meant what we said? – speak up.

As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

I’m in a constant state of finding myself then losing her all over agin. – the cycle.

I’ll empathize with your sad story and wish you could bear mine. – the weight of empathy.

Let your weary soul rest in between each borrowed breath.

A force of nature an anomaly she was a personified hurricane.

Is it still a game if no one knows your hiding? – hide and seek.

Can the contents of a bottle make misery evaporate? I’ll be damned if it does but I’ll spin it anyway. – self medicated.

Tomorrow’s thoughts swallow today’s contentment. Mind, Be present. – mindfulness.

I hope you find grace in the spaces in between your racing thoughts and melancholy – be kind to your beautiful mind.

I want more for you than you want for yourself. Everyone needs an advocate who’s not the devil. – your advocate.

In your presence there is fullness of joy.

The surest way to remain poor is to be honest.

To believe all men honest would be folly. To believe none so, is something worse.

I still have a spiritual base and a spiritual foundation. And my conversation with God is very open-ended. I pray for humility, honestly, because it’s very easy to be caught up in this world.

In the beginning, I took on every opportunity because I was so determined to get my name and music out there. You can get your sleep, but honestly, your brain needs a break, too, and so many people forget that.

Misleaders are slow to work hard but quick to act on greed. They convince their men that dishonest behavior leads to great wealth.

I feel like boys listen to my music. They just don’t like to admit it, but I go hard. But yeah, I feel like I go really hard, so why not listen to me? Anybody could relate to my music, honestly.

Honestly, I’m not going to lie. I was a good kid.

I would describe my music as very honest. I just rap about myself, and not in a narcissistic way. I feel like I have a story to tell.