I can never turn my back on a city that made me.

Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me in a neighborhood daily to jump and chase me. It only made me what I am today.

We just kept moving back and forth because my mother never had a job. We kept getting kicked out of every house we were in. I believe six months was the longest we ever lived in a house.

I come from Detroit where it's rough and I'm not a smooth talker.

My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me.

The reality is you do not know exactly what is likely to occur tomorrow. Lifetime can be a ridiculous trip, and practically nothing is confirmed.

I love the attention but I don't like too much of it.