The streets respect me because I kept it real with me. You gotta be real with yourself, and the streets recognize game.

Then my life crashed and burned down: trials, men, drama, no self-love, no identity. A little identity, but not a lot of love for myself, my life.

You know a lot, but you don't know everything.

I blame my mother for nothing, but forgive her for everything.

God loves me and sent his son to die for me so I have to live to please him because he saved me when everyone abandoned me.

I wish I had an extra day with my mom sometimes. Or another hour in the day with my family, husband and children.

Negative words are powerful boomerangs so be careful what you say about people and yourself.