“The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.”

If you were a young kid, 19, 20 years old who has two children and a third one on the way and refuses to leave them.

There’s people making babies to my music. That’s nice.

When I saw corruption, I was forced to find truth on my own. I couldn’t swallow the hypocrisy.

The whole system of society tells you what to do.

I’m never gonna quit, cause quitting’ just ain’t my schtick.

Take it off, baby, take it all off. I want you the way you came into the world.

Men used the music to get the girls in the mood to make love. So either way you had it, Barry White is the one artist who actually was in your bedroom with you at your most sacred, sensuous moment of your life.

I woke up one morning, went downstairs, said ‘Good morning’ to my mother and nearly scared both of us to death.’

Leave me alone. I’m fine.

We forget that this music, music made by my brothers and sisters, is still a baby. It’s just beginning. When I think of the possibilities, it makes me smile.

I’m so thankful that your mine, your sweetness is my weakness.

You’re the first, the last, and my everything and the answer to all my dreams. You’re my sun, my moon, my guiding star, my kind of wonderful, that’s what you are

As a boy, I believed freedom for America meant freedom for me. There was a time I believed every word spoken.

Mama tried to save us from the streets, but the streets were too strong.

There’s a time when people give their words to each other it has to mean something. I’m a street cat. I’ve belonged in gangs and when you had a partner, you went down with your partner whether you won the fight or lost it. You went down together.

I’ve always loved War’s Low Rider and Sly Stone’s Thank You, and I just wanted to put my take on them.

I don’t get tired. I get beat up. You keep chopping on a tree, you need to give the tree some rest so the chlorophyll will fill back up and the tree gets its energy back.

When I got to university, I played in bands and did sketch stuff and it was always about coming up with material, which is why I never really practised and have no chops!!

Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice.