It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

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

When you're a little kid, you don't see color, and the fact that my friends were black never crossed my mind. It never became an issue until I was a teenager and started trying to rap.

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.

I realize that some people see going away as, "Oh, he's irrelevant now," but I feel like if I don't go away, I get sick of myself. It's never been my thing to be in the spotlight all the time.

The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.

My thing is this; if I'm sick enough to think it, then I'm sick enough to say it.