“Just know that I was once considered just a dreamer… Then I paid my dues and turned so many doubters to believers.”

I remember when I fell from my first bike: There were no ‘Are you okays?’ and rarely ‘Are you alrights?’ Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel… That’s when I realized that getting up is only half the battle.

I’m still trying to do me and just make good music and quality music, music that you can feel.

Obama cool, but he ain’t sending me no free checks

I started making my own beats because I just couldn’t afford to pay for the other ones.

My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless.

I listened to a lot of old school, golden era music. It gave me a lot of insight on how to rap and give my all.

Too much shine, can dull the soul

There ain’t no time to be wasted, the world is going under… Nowadays, can’t tell Fall from Spring, and Winter from Summer.

If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?

Thank God for the day. Thank God for the morning. Won’t take this here for granted; no, good Lord, I gots to get on it.

They love the fact you made it, but hate the fact you got it. The stairway to heaven is packed…I’m in the lobby. Too scared to go to sleep, cause most times I often doubt my dreams.

The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee

Looking back on all the things I went through to get here. It was all worth it. It’s a blessing that I can write about it all.