“All of the young people – the artsy people, people who get overlooked because they’re weird or they don’t have hype around them – need to get some shine.”

I don’t cook, ’cause I don’t know how to cook.

Everybody should be able to enjoy their life, because you only live once. So I just want to get it all out there and be the best role model that I can be, if people want to put me in that kind of predicament. I mean, I didn’t ask to be a role model, because I’m not perfect.

New York gave me hell for that ‘Purple Swag,’ man. They didn’t respect me until ‘Peso.’

It would be disrespectful to take my stardom and bully my way into the fashion industry.

I’m a people’s person, believe it or not. I just have a dark side to me, which we all do.

In Harlem, I got all my black friends. But when I go downtown, I got black, white, Asian, Indian friends. There’s no borders, no barriers.

Sometimes I feel like what’s hard for fashion designers to do is take looks from off the runway and actually put it into existence, into reality. That’s really the hard part.

Fashion is almost like a religion, for me at least.

We could fight the fuss till we get like friends, Or somebody bite the dust and we split like ends. Even in our wildest moments, girl, I’m on it cause you’re worth it. Practice makes perfect, so we fightin’ for a purpose.

Probably, violent things I’ve done when I was younger, was probably the most despicable thing that I’ve ever done.

I take cabs if I need to get somewhere or I take car service. I don’t drive, I wouldn’t mind riding a bike… People think that because you become an entertainer you gotta have this rock star thug image. I’m an artist, man. I’m going to live like an artist.

Design my own line? No, I just like the culture.

If a chick wants to know who makes my shoes, she’s got to take them off my feet and look inside.

I’m starting to find out that a lot of people that you wouldn’t think listen to me really do.

I wouldn’t mind collaborating with anybody, but I don’t want to design anything, I’m not a fashion designer.

I don’t have any favourite lyrics. Honestly, all of them I love ’em to death – it’s the same with songs. I don’t have just one favourite lyric, I love them all.

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

The art of being a slave is to rule one’s master.

You thought you could take advantage of my heart. But I’ve mastered revenge and made it an art.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

Let art be your personal savior. Dragging you down a happy abyss. Let it channel all your emotions. Potential never going amiss.