There's Always Going To Be

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

Respect All Fear None My Pride Is Everything

I'm A Reader, So When I Go To Bookstores I Need (stuff) That's Going To Help Me. There A Big Emptiness There And I Want To Help Fill That Through Song.

I Love The Art World, I Love Art Galleries, I Love What It Means - I Love Art.

I Guess Entertainment Means Blatantly Lyin'