“I hope my life is a testimony to show people no matter what you go through, how many hurdles are placed in front of you, how many bumps and bruises you get, to pick yourself up and be resilient and keep on trucking.”

Always watch your back – when I was fourteen I got a tattoo of an eye on the back of my neck, so I could say I was always watchin’ my back.

I go to the club just like a normal person. I might go to the studio, but I go everywhere like a normal person would.

I don’t give a damn how you feel about me, I sip lean pure codeine and I don’t give a damn what you say about me.

I did some things to some people that was downright evil. Is it karma coming back to me – so much drama.

I might be ugly, but my cars are real pretty.

If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce.

I would collaborate with James Franco as a rapper any day.

Ain’t got no comparison and I ain’t being arrogant.

The way I think I should stay out of trouble is by stayin’ busy. With idle time comes a lot of biz, so the more my work load is heavy, I’ll have no time to get into any trouble or makin’ dis tracks or get into conversation about any other rappers.

I’ll like to tell all the people who wrote me and said a prayer for me, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Before I make an action, think about the consequences. … Any decision I make is a heavy decision.

I’m just a careful person around wheels and stuff like that. I try to be as cautious as I can, cause I lost friends to motorcycle accidents and car accidents. So I don’t ever play around anything like that.

Unfortunately I’ve been to jail a couple times. Anytime I come in it’s difficult to make music, write songs.

My own momma turned her back on me, and that’s my momma.

My goal is to drop 10 projects in 2013. All albums. I gotta do it. I know the 10 projects I want to drop.

I always have faith that something’s going to happen good for you, and it going to happen.

Black don’t crack: It does bruise, though. It does rupture into a new sky.

I’m satisfied and proud of the things I did – even the bumps and the bruises that I’ve had on the way. You fall down, you get up, you brush yourself off and you keep going. And that’s what we’re doing.

With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.

You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.

And perhaps the greatest paradox of all is how we stand here, fully wounded yet never more alive.

She refused to let what hurts bruise her memories.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.