I Got Moxie, I'm So

From The First Time Someone Says, Who Do You Think You Are? We Learn How To Repress.

I Can Do What You Do, Easy, Believe Me Frontin' Niggas Give Me Hee-bee-gee-bees

I Had An Economic System Imposed On Me.

When You're Young And Everything Dramatic Is Exciting, You Start To Believe That Hype That, In Order To Be An Artist, You Have To Suffer. I've Graduated From That School.

My Whole Life At A Certain Point Was Studio, Hotel, Stage, Hotel, Stage, Studio, Stage, Hotel, Studio, Stage. I Was Expressing Everything From My Past, Everything That I Had Experienced Prior To That Studio Stage Time, And It Was Like You Have To Go Back To The Well, In Order To Give Someone Something To Drink. I Felt Like A Cistern, Dried Up And Like There Was Nothing More. And It Was So Beautiful.