We would ride around the city, sometimes the first thing in the morning, high and hopeless. The longstanding objective was to produce music that reflected what we were about (substance abuse, grand ideologies, and fruitlessness), while the daily goal was to manifest the previously stated objective...to include the mindless depravity of women. Years before the current national hip-hop culture deemed it popular to use pharmaceutical drugs (not including Houston or Philadelphia), we were drinking Activis; dramatically slowing down the pace of an already miserable life. We weren't making money illegally nor killing anyone, so we didn't consider our acts to be Satan-inspired. But we were wrong, and a series of events and the revelation we received from those events encouraged us to change. Some of the fruit of these changes have been made public; developing feelings of pride and humbleness simultaneously as I recall our journey. But I would be ignorant not to acknowledge that the crabs that still dwell in the barrel we come from are not celebrating our freedom.
