Lightning strikes Inside my chest to keep me up at night. Dream of ways To make you understand my pain. - John Mayer

Someone asked me the other day, “What does it feel like now to have a hood pass?” And by the way, it’s sort of a contradiction in terms, because if you really had a hood pass, you could call it a nigger pass. Why are you pulling a punch and calling it a hood pass if you really have a hood pass? But I said, “I can’t really have a hood pass. I’ve never walked into a restaurant, asked for a table and been told, ‘We’re full.’”

Yes, I'm grounded, got my wings clipped,
I'm surrounded by all this pavement.
Guess I'll circle while I'm waiting
For my fuse to dry.<p>Someday I'll fly, someday I'll soar,
Someday I'll be so damn much more.
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for.

I find myself in situations that I know would be unbelievable pictures and I have to gauge, Is this worth taking the camera out? Am I gonna lose the moment? Am I gonna get a dirty look from Sting?