Where I come from, there's no common enemy, there's no "why." There's no, "I hate white people."

Everything's going to end eventually. I don't know if we're rushing it or making it faster.

My brothers used to beat me up, but I used to fight my sisters 'cuz I couldn't hit them back, so I had to find specific severe ways to punish them.

I remember, once, my sister used to tell me that they found me in the trash-can when I was younger, so one time I pushed my sister into a trash-can - I put it over her head and pushed her down the street. And then after that, we been close ever since.

I wake up sometimes with an idea and then I write it down. It's not necessarily easy, but when you focus on something it comes.

The work is the understanding of the people that you're speaking for. The further you get away from that, the further you are from the work.

It really hurts my feelings when people are mean to old people, or when people yell at their little kids. Just ask them what's wrong, bro. I think we all just need to be nicer.