“My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless.”

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.

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

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

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.

Apply this simple rule to your conversations: If you wouldn’t write it down and sign it, don’t say it.

Our inner conversations often block our natural energy of peace, happiness and love.

I was born in Copenhagen, and when I was a year old, we moved to Bangalore. I was always a shy person and was happy with just a few friends and that came from my own social awkwardness. I did not know how to make conversations.

People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices.

I heard endless conversations between my parents when I was going to sleep about how we would survive, how we would continue. All of them were about trying to make me better.

I’m not rapping, I’m conversing. It’s just a conversation between me and you.

Drive me to a ditch and I’ll dig the grave myself through conversation.

I’m attracted to guys who are really confident and make conversation.