I'm used on every level. I have no friends. I have no resting place. I never sleep. I can never close my eyes. It's horrible.

I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.

I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.

In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.

I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.

I just put out a hardcore double album. Next I'm gonna put out an introspective album.

I only wrote one song in jail. But I'm writing new album - you're going to feel the entire 11 months of what I went through on this album. I'm venting my anger.