My son is two weeks old today. The minute he came in my arms and looked at me it changed my life. Literally changed my life. When I say changed my life, I mean he showed me love I thought… I know… the word love, there is no way to describe this love. It’s so powerful.
It’s hard to explain. It’s a love that I never knew existed until I had my first son. Basically what I’m saying is it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. It’s the biggest blessing I ever had in my life.
I used to breakdance, be a b-boy. I love hip-hop from back in the graffiti days, growing up listening to Michael Jackson. Loved it from birth. I know it all, from Afrika Bambaataa, the roots and the beginning. I came up in a good era.
They don’t want you to wear the Saint Lauren fur, they don’t want you to break App Store, they don’t want you to be the biggest boss in the game. So what we go’n do is we go’n win more.
Also, of course, I need my Dove soap. Of course I need my cocoa butter. I need my Listerine. I need the white Jockey tees. They are really soft and comfortable.
I listen to so much, I listen to a lot of reggae. Obviously I listen to hip-hop, that’s what I make. I listen to soul. I love jazz. I love all types of music.
I love my privacy too, but at the end of the day, when it comes down to it with my woman, I call her a “special cloth alert.” She’s a rare breed and I love her and I don’t ever want her to change because I think that’s the balance of my relationship.
