Being in Birmingham, I thought I was going to be a gangster or a bag-runner or a thief. I heard music and I was determined to get out of there.

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

The bike went up in the air and landed on my back. It broke my neck, smashed my collarbone and splinters of bone severed my main artery. My lung filled up with blood. I severed my nerves and to this day I have no feeling there.

Just take our name off the list. . . . The nomination is meaningless, because it's not voted on by the fans . . . .

I'm not trying to twist people's heads around. I'm not trying to say, "Believe in me."

There are no uncriminal crimes.

I listen to some of the lyrics I used to write and I say, "Where was my head at when I wrote that?"