My mother taught me three things, respect, knowledge-search for knowledge, it's an eternal journey. That's like my hair-cut, the line, 360 degrees, find knowledge always. And she taught me to not be quiet, if there's something on my mind speak it. But also to listen.

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.

Thug Life hit me like the Holy ghost.

How many caskets can we witness before we see it's hard to live this life without God, so we must ask forgiveness.

Papa wasn't man enough, couldn't stand up to his responsibilities. Instead of taking care of me, he'd rather live lavishly.

My music is not for everyone. It's only for the stong-willed, the [street] soldiers music. It's not like party music- I mean, you could gig to it, but it's spiritual. My musi is spiritual. It's like Negro spiituals, except for the fact that I'm not saying 'We shall Overcome.' I'm saying that we are overcome.

I'm tired of being a nice guy, I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why.