“you always gotta play what’s good. i tell these kids that & all they wanna play is the hits. they wanna play michael jackson for an hour straight & half the country would listen but that’s not what we bout here that’s not what we do. i’ll play mj but i gotta play a mix i’m about that smooth jazz yeah, yeah like kenny g i love that. play some of that smooth stuff n some pop, something modern too, you see, then everyone’s satisfied. hold up what’s this? i can’t stand these jocs you hear that mess? three local girls nice nice people i know em but you can hear it lemme turn it up. see, they just can’t sing. always tryna promote this— i don’t even know— can’t call it music. i’d give em a call but you don’t wanna hear what i’d say to the guy. that’s what i’m saying man if you don’t got it you don’t got it. just means you gotta do something else. you think i’m joking but i’m real right now you do what you do i don’t care what it is just be good at it nahmean? you wanna sell drugs do that nahmean but be the best at it. same with this radio game. i know i got it. i been winning awards since i came back this side from the states. you gotta catch the bug, & plenty cats do, but then you gotta keep hustlin. it hurts me watching some of these kids working real hard to be real bad. you & me both gotta eat man. best believe i don’t have panades to share damn. you see that smoke right there prolly a car fire. they soak a mattress & just light em up this side of town. hide their stash away from police that way. it’s dangerous though for the little kids round there. sometimes get burned. they use those things to play on too. you feel me now? i don’t sleep enough with this job already. how i’m gonna rest knowing these jocs bout to get burned? knowing they the ones burning their own selves out like that cloud of smoke in the sky. i try teaching em but we still gotta watch em blow away man i’m sayin that’s not what i’m here for. that’s not why i’m in this. not for that man, not for that.”