When you feel like you've had it up to here, and you're mad enough to scream, but you're sad enough to tear, that's rock bottom.

I sold my soul to the devil. I'm going to hell. I'm headed to hell. I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame. That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames. Satan'll be in to see me later to see if I'm interested in being partners. Devil worshippin', Satan music.

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.

Be proud to be out of your mind and out of control.

I would love it if, even for one day, you could walk through a neighborhood and see an Asian guy sitting on his stoop, then you look across the street and see a black guy and a white guy sitting on their porches, and a Mexican dude walking by.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.

I feel like a spoilt rapper. I get to pick and choose everything.