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.

Of all the albums I've made, I still don't feel like I've made the perfect album. I've had ones that touch on this, and others that touch on that, but never one that's just perfect and fully relevant. I don't know if I'll ever make it, but I'm certainly trying every day.

Now that I understand that I'm an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.

Sometimes you just gotta let sh-t go and say 'to hell with it' and move on.

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.

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.

I'm standing on my Monopoly board that means I'm on top of my game