I hate missionary work since it preys upon weakness, even when the intention of the mission is good, it still lures people in need to a way of thinking they may not accede to if they were not hungry/sick/an addict/etc. etc.

I genuinely don’t know why most of you listen to most of the rappers you listen to because so many are wretched. And koalas have really clingy hands. I’m not gonna front like that’s rocket science lyricism. I just never referred to a koala in a song before.

I’m buzzing too much off the feeling of music to give a shit about those who want to deter me, but if they do, there is a hard light construct they can speak to: my nuts.

I am always trying to push forward with the intensity and pace of someone on the run from the authorities. I myself have never shot nor ever intend to shoot anyone. I am, however, looking for a better future, i.e. the promised land (not the one of religious lore) and doing so in a vehicle that doesn’t cost much but gets me where I need to go.

I’m unique and have been doing this rap thang since I was a fetus. Don’t get confused, though, as a rapping fetus, that doesn’t mean I should have been endowed with personhood under the law.

I have begun to lose touch with my life because of technology.

I’m on my phone, computer, television, or all of the above simultaneously too much.

The new era of connectivity has not made us genuinely closer as people.

It would be dismaying if my future child were overly plugged into all of the digital nonsense that flies around our heads today. I want him/her to value people.

The hook is basically just some simple, nice literal motivation. Usually my hooks are either tongue-in-cheek or some outlandish shit. This is meant to just make people keep on keeping on.