Lose yourself in the music, the moment - you own it.
My family has never been there for me. They expect things because we're blood.
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
You may be gone but you're never over.
My earliest memory was raping the babysitter when I was 5...she was 15.
Now who is the king of these lewd, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics; who could inherit the title, to put the youth in hysterics; using his music as spirit