“I have three kids, and that’s a big part of staying focused.”

I already won but it came with biggest loses I ever had.

Death can happen anywhere, but kids in Chicago, like 4 years old, can get shot. You don’t really hear that in too many places.

I would say I grew without a doubt. My whole energy in life – as an artist and as a person – has definitely got me smarter and wiser.

The trenches don’t love me but I love the trenches I know it’s weird.

Everybody always going to sound like somebody. You got to separate yourself.

My message is just showing people how I came from nothing.

Put your own twist to it. That’s how you say relevant. Or things get old and boring.

I’m happy with the person I become.

Nobody got your back like you do remember that.

I’m really living my dream so if I were to change anything up, I probably wouldn’t be where I am.

I listen to different artists. I open my mind to different artists.

I’m just trying to show people that I ain’t gotta ride off no movement. I can ride off myself.

Niggas want to kill me and y’all still wit em and y’all chill wit em and y’all wonder why we not friends.

I use the studio as my drug. That’s where I relieve everything at – the studio.

I just wanted to speak to the streets and give them motivation on making it out. Whatever situation they’re in, know that they can make do and have a better life.

You got to have a strong mind if you fall back. When you fall back, they going to count you out. So you got to have a strong mind and know your worth. When you come back, you’ve got to be different and even more better.

Creativity is the key for any child with dyslexia, or for anyone for that matter. Then you can think outside of the box. Teach them anything is attainable. Let them run with what you see is whatever they need to run with.

A great war shall burst forth from fishes of steel. Machines of flying fire, lobsters, grasshoppers, mosquitoes. The mass attacks shall be repulsed in the woods, when no child in Germany shall obey any longer.

We spend the first year of a child’s life teaching it to walk and talk and the rest of its life to shut up and sit down. There’s something wrong there.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

Home is, I suppose just a child’s idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.

If there’s a God in heaven, what’s he waiting for? If He can’t hear the children, then he must see the war.

Ever since I was a kid, this was all I wanted to do. I’ve wanted to do music. I wanted to sing. It’s all I know.

When I was nine, I had this girlfriend and we used to have running races in the park. I wanted to be like Superman and fly in and rescue her.