“Ultimately, who you choose to be in a relationship with and what you do in your bedroom is your business.”

I’ve been running a lot, taking care of myself.

If people take anything from my music, it should be motivation to know that anything is possible as long as you keep working at it and don’t back down.

I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There’s no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it.

I’m thankful for the talent in which God gave me and I’m thankful for the environment that he placed me.

I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?

I might talk about killing people, but that doesn’t mean I do it.

What are friends ? Friends are people that you think are your friends but they really your enemies, with secret indentities.

I wanted to show the fans that we were inside the mind of a lyrical maniacal genius

Money is what makes a man act funny.

Love is evil, spell it backwards, I’ll show ya.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

Touring is hard on the body.

Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose.

Hello, Darkness, my old friend.

There’s no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths.

If there’s not drama and negativity in my life, all my songs will be really wack and boring or something.

Luckily, many other people tell me how they have had a particular landscape photograph of mine in their office or bedroom for 15 years and it always speaks to them strongly whenever they see it

We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.

Every actor has three versions of each scene – the one that you rehearse the night before, in your bedroom.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed.

We lived in a two-bedroom, one-bath house in St. Louis Park, Minnesota. We weren’t rich – but we felt secure.

They talked about unreasonable searches and seizures, about keeping the government out of their bedrooms.

It was just me in my bedroom. It gave me freedom and made me happy.

My pop is this big, huge man, nothing can hurt him. I went running into his bedroom like, ‘Daddy, Daddy, the boogie man’s under the bed!’ Pop opens one eye, he’s like, ‘Is the boogie man bigger than me?’ ‘