Gasp! The mental health arena is trying to remove music from my heart! They want me to "prioritize" personal and self-care, not knowing that such is in my music!
The sacrifice of self it take to carry on a legacy, in an art-form skewered by success (wealth, fame, fortune, etc.)... they know nothing of it, and consider it a sign of psychosis!
I now EMBRACE sleeping late. I counter it by working at a Devil's rate (speed and mass). Still, I wake up 4am every morning and listen to records.
I can just FEEL the meds sucking the love out of what I do.
I now make music I KNOW you gon' dig. Am I crying out for help with my new music? ...sheeit, all I know better than to do is claim my own life while I wait to drop this music on the world.
But I am more Vanity than 6 these days.
DEFFO the fault of the medication.
Bear w/ me, y'all...
"Is he still King?!"
