“When you’re young, not much matters. When you find something that you care about, then that’s all you got, when you go to sleep at night you dream of music, when you wake up, it is the same thing. It’s there on your face, You can’t escape it. Sometimes when you’re young,The only place to go is inside that’s just it, Music, Is what I love,Take that away from me and I really got nothing. ” —Mac Miller