I don't quit. If someone quits on me, that's on them, but I'm not going to quit, especially if I say I'm gonna do something.

More than anything, for me, is how people really still do care about 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.

I'm not looking to do anything for rehab as far as addicts, because that's not really what I do.

Nobody believes in me more than me.