I was in the streets at 8 years old and' trying to write songs while playin mom's broom. I guess I,ve always had dreams that touched the sky. The desire never would turn me loose and' still won't after all the years. I have always searched for that crack in the door with my songs. My dreams no matter how I tried just woulden't grow on that mountain side down in East Tennessee' I had to drift off down the road searching. This song is about the memories I had to leave behind in the Houston Valley "THE APPALACHIAN" a place and' time I can never forget. Some are born to bleed and' cut a new path that has never been traveled by a family member.It came down to the love for a song. For me I never had a choice' I was born with a POCKET FULL OF RHYMES.