I’ve been through the most, but show me one New Yorker who hasn’t. I mean honestly, we are all concrete roses. Except for the fact that I am the Phoenix that rose from the ashes of the burning Bronx. Soaring in the age of hip hop, and soul trap, my only purpose; to rise in-spite of all that has kept me grounded. My roots are Motown, my vision is reflective. My wisdom has been experiences. I view my music as a fossil. My essence packaged and left behind for all to understand who I really am, even after am long gone.