Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can't get it out, I start feeling bad about myself - a lot of self-loathing.

It's just hard when you've spent so much time on something, writing and recording, laying the vocals, getting the hook right, getting the beat right, making everything sound right - you spent a freaking week trying to make it sound perfect, and someone comes along and shoots it down.

Never take ecstasy, beer, baccardi, weed, pepto bismol, vivarin, tums, tagamet hb, xanax, and valium in the same day. It makes it difficult to sleep at night.

In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum.

I will not fall, I will stand tall, feels like no one can beat me.

I truly believe I may be getting too big for my own good.

A lot of truth is said in jest.