With every song, all the elements have to work. First, the beat has to be great - you start there. You start with the music, and then the ideas follow. Then you start thinking of rhymes, and then you record it, and sometimes - this happens to me a lot - it doesn't come out as good as it did in my head when I first wrote it.

People at rehab were stealing my hats and pens and notebooks and asking for autographs. I couldn't concentrate on my problem.

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.

Inside I'll always be an outsider

See, regardless of what anybody believes who hates me; you ain't gonna make or break me.

Behind every sucessful person lies a pack of haters

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