How can I explain this joint right here? I've been so engrossed in my artistry that it intimidates those who know or have known me. I've been labelled psychopathic because of all the knowledge that I possess, though I take it as a compliment rather than some measly insult because I know who's really crazy... and it isn't me. You don't have to like my grind, but you sure as hell will respect it. Why fit in when you can stand out? Why be king when you can be god? Why be average when you can be extraordinary? Writing. I breathe this. I bleed this. Come on this journey with me. I can teach you a thing or two...