A lot of my wounds have healed. They have left scars, and I can either hide my scars, put a long sleeve shirt on, and cover them up. Or, I can show them off and say, "Yeah, it happened."

As I grew older I found that I really had a knack for rhyming and I pursued that. So by thirteen I got serious about using my writing and rhyming skills. I did it everywhere I could.

Like a hero in a dream, Christ came and He rescued me.

There would be some times where people wouldn't know how to act around me. Does he drink? Can I cuss? What can I do? And then there was other circumstances where it was, I just don't respect what you're trying to do.

Sin is like an incredible meal that becomes poisonous venom in your stomach. What you eat on Earth you may digest in Hell.

Don't follow your feeling. Just follow the word.

Some of us are more concerned with our reputation than our character. The latter takes care of the former.