Releasing this, reading that. It stresses me out. We failed at creating a real Europe, we failed at not fucking Africa more and now everyone is paying it. But fuck.
It’s hard to be black. The way Paul says it man, it comes from down there and I feel that shit so hard. So much BS to deal with, so much awkwardness, humor and music to handle all of that. That 8 billionth time an old lady freaks out thinking I’m going to snatch her damn purse because I walk fast, even faster under the rain. That eight billionth time for some reason, it’s more painful.
The hardest part is to stay calm. Stay smart.
I like those chords. Written with that Los Angeles sunset orange and violet light around. I could do a completely different track with them. I wanted to punch away with this one.