It’s hard for me to explain. At one point I could be really down and write a whole long paragraph about something really depressing or I could just write something down that’s meaningful. Like, stuff that people can relate to. I just sit down and it all comes out, just like fluid. Like liquid. Like pouring water in a cup.

I like to rap. As strange as it sounds. I like to rap ‘cause rap reminds me of poetry and poetry is rap pretty much. Same gist.

I’ve just been through a rough patch. Looking back I’ve made some stupid decisions. But I said to myself, “I need to get out of this place, I need to do something else, I need to put myself in a different situation.” Which I did. I moved. Since then I’ve been looking for work, writing, making music and keeping my mind open to different possibilities, because everything’s possible.

You could grow old, into your 30s, and not have any qualifications at all and end up on the street. Keep your mind open to different opportunities and take those opportunities before it’s too late. Don’t let one thing stop you from doing everything else. I kinda of did that, and I stuffed up, but I came back fighting. I came back swinging, ‘cause I don’t go down easy.”