I need to get back into my cocky bag. I think people forgot that, I don't get acclaim NOT because the music sucks, but because I ALREADY KNOW IT. And THEY, the critics, know it too. But yo. Drugs, alcohol, women, the streets... they all got to me. I didn't know who to trust or how to trust. I just know that I saw some Disclosure Day level shit in the last 15 or so years that led me to needing to react, right then and there.
I wish I had known that I don't need to go knuckle-for-knuckle with ANYONE for the clout (if you will) I am looking for. I want to be a Gothic combination of Rick Astley and ?uestlove. That white, that soulful, laying low after a few hits.
While Chris Rivera was here, I did a mix of ALL eras of my music. In one of the songs, I dead ass said "I am kinda wack to me...". I meant it in an #iykyk kind of way, actually WAITING for ANYONE to call me out on it. Maybe it was the weed, but the line hit me wrong. Rivera, StarChasers, I'm not wack. And that wack that I am, I am, to protect you from.
Can you dig it?
Holla at ya Most Wanted List member!
