On the second half of 'Under Pressure,' I talk about my family, and there are voicemails on my phone from when I was on the road that actually make up the second half of the nine-minute song. I transcribe them and rap them as if I were my sister, my brother, or my father.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.
