I don't have to talk about whether or not I got raped in jail.

Real eyes, realize, real lies.

I try to find my way in the world you know, I try to be somebody instead of just, make money off of everybody.

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

I am not a perfectionist, but still I seek perfection. I am not a great romantic, but yet I yearn 4 affection

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'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.