My mom moved up north to make more money to support the family, and I was left with my dad and I was just bounced around from one family to another.

Work ethic = dreams! That to me is that no one gets a free ride. You have to work for it and it doesn't get handed to you.

I don't really remember much before was eight, but I do remember that my dad brought me to drop me off at my grandmother's house, and he was a very emotional guy, but that was the first time I really saw him cry, cos I knew it killed him to have to give me up, but he knew I needed some family structure. That was the last time I'd see him or talk to him when he was sober for the next 10 years.

My mom moved up north to make more money to support the family, and I was left with my dad and I was just bounced around from one family to another.

You gotta surround yourself with positive people, people who care.

Nobody believes in me more than me.

Being a kid, by the time I was three years old, my mom was married, divorced and had three kids; she was 19 - so, my brother's just older than my mom.