It is mid-2016 and I'm in the process of recording my 4th album, "4 Your Eyez only". I've changed the name of who I'm writing it for to James McMilan for privacy. I'm hoping that his daughter will listen to this and be able to understand his life. Even though I've written his life, I can't help but also put my thoughts and feelings into it. 'Cause if I didn't, it'd be a boring ass album and I wouldn't like it.

I've just finished two songs, "She's mine pt. 1" and, "She's mine pt. 2". They're about finding that "someone", and feeling like you can fully open up to someone. In the second "part", it talks about being a father (a little), and that's something I knew my friend was dealing with. But I also did put my thoughts on what I thought being a father was like. I look at you as you finish listening to the sings, and, for some reason, I'm nervous. I know that you like sentimental music and the very rare occasions where I sing. So, I should be okay, but I'm stil nervous. I lean foward in my spinny chair and intertwine my left hand with yours. My wedding ring brushes against your skin, and I smile at our memories together. The happy ones... I look up at you and my smile fades a little as I look for your opinion.

"Well? Yes or no?"

(Also, go check out the songs, they're amazing.)