It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.

At least have the decency in you / To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out / In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter

Why is it so hard for people to believe that white people are poor?! I wouldn't say I lived in a ghetto, I'd say I lived in the 'hood. The same friends I had back then are the same people on tour with me now.

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.

Throughout my career, I fed off the fuel of people not being able to understand me.

My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.

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