Jail and the streets go hand in hand. You can't have one with out the other. They coincide.

Being in the neighborhood and the poverty stricken environment that I grew up in, I took a detour. I gravitated towards some of the individuals that did a lot of the wrong things with the right intentions.

I have trouble with letting go. That's my problem. Anybody that has extreme highs and extreme lows is bipolar to any psychologist and that's not necessarily the truth.

The ones that hate you most tend to be the people you know

I suffer from depression. Severe cases of it. Not one case of depression, not a severe case, but severe cases of depression. Music is my only outlet, it's therapeutic to me. It's a release. It's how I vent emotionally.

I just always wanted to study human behavior because every psychologist that I would talk to would tell me I was bipolar, and I know I'm not bipolar, so I had to perform a psychoanalysis on myself to find out that I have unresolved grief.

I did a lot of drugs. I didn't do multiple drugs, but I overindulged in whatever drug of choice.