In America, there is a tragic legacy of black leaders speaking the truth and losing their lives for it. Did you ever fear that your lyrics could put you in danger?
“The thing I’ve always feared was ignorance. So if I’m going to be put in any kind of danger, it’s usually something that’s ignorant. When you’re angry and hateful at something, you’re ignorant because you’re ignoring the fact of really, truly what that hate is about – sometimes it’s envy, it’s jealousy, or just straight up racism. It might be a bunch of different things. So I always was fearful of ignorance, and I always tried to sidestep it and stay out of its fucking way.”
This next one is possibly too broad a question, or, quite possibly, a bad one…
“There’s no such thing as a bad question. Either I’m going to say, ‘I don’t know,’ or, ‘Next question, please…’”
Let’s see. Was there a moment in your young life where racial inequality hit you so hard it jolted your artistic consciousness to life?
“I grew up on Long Island. In Long Island, you lived in a black town surrounded by white towns and you didn’t go to the other towns. You thought that that was the end of the earth – at least, that was the thought in the town. I never had that; I was raised by my parents to think the whole country was yours, and you could even travel the planet. But I knew there was a general thought of, ‘Stay safe, stay in your own zone and don’t cross the line.’ I would take long walks as a kid in territories I shouldn’t have taken walks in, but I didn’t care. I was just walking. In Long Island you could get stopped for just walking in the wrong place – county cops were good at that: ‘What are you doing walking this street, far away from where I think you live?’ That type of thing. I remember one time walking to college and I had a large portfolio. Police stopped, like, ‘Where are you going?’ My mind was always sharp, thinking, ‘I’m not going anywhere with this flat machine gun, sir.’ (Laughs) I had an art portfolio, like, where did he think I was going, man!? For real. But you also knew not to give the police a wise-ass answer, either. You always had that wake-up call in that community. And if you didn’t have that wake-up call or know how to deal with what was coming at you, then you didn’t have the upbringing that you should have had to give you the tools, so to speak. And that wasn’t your fault, you just didn’t get it. My dad was a king, man…”
A big part of you joining Prophets Of Rage was as a form of therapy after your father passed away – you wanted to fill that sudden silence with noise…
“Yep, that was the deal.”
How have you adjusted to life with that silence?
“It’s different. He was my go-to guy for answers. I’d usually get an answer and I would say, ‘Well, damn, how come I didn’t think of it that way?’ He would deliver the answer in, like, two sentences and I’d be like, ‘What the fuck?!’ I’ll tell you the truth, it’s crazy, but I don't think my father could name more than maybe three of my songs (laughs). We talked about sports all the time, but we didn’t talk about music. My dad liked jazz and James Brown, but my mom was the music person in the family, I was raised up in a Motown/Stax/Atlantic household.”