Confessing on Lafayette Street

i feel like no other author out there is talking

about their personal trials and tribulations the way that i am

i could be wrong, but

i ain’t saying these bestselling writers can’t do it, i really haven’t seen it

they drift away from it

doin’ it later down the line in their careers

i do my shit differently by starting off with a bang

i give you every concrete detail, i don’t put a filter on anything

i give names and locations, you name it

i do it

they don’t call me savage writer for nothing

i ain’t using substitutes or falsities

everything is raw and uncut,

i’m upfront with my audience during the entire process

trust me, the way i put shit together is insane

my writing could be a sign that i’m a sociopath

there’s a Charles Manson in all of us, i ain’t gone do nothing too wild tho’

i know my head is loose, picture everyone around you

reminding you of how it hangs

somehow, i was loose enough to turn my craziness into an occupation

who would’ve thought that i could make my ducats from talking shit about

people who caused me some kind of suffering?

who would’ve thought that i could reach entire countries overnight while living in Newark?

i contradicted myself multiple times, i admit that too

one minute, i talk forgiveness

the next, i’m raging out

it usually depends on how i feel the day i write something,

which is like every day now

if i feel like unleashing the savage on em,’

that’s what i’m gonna do

if i feel like soothin’ their hearts, then i’ll do that too

artists’ styles are formed through the experiences they go through

for me, it’s an unpredictable one

i talk wildly both formally and informally

i learned both sides of the trade

just to interweave both styles

i learned all the rules of grammar

just to break them all at once

i learned how to leverage emotion and logic just to give you the emotion

with cherries of logic on top