“My family has never been there for me. They expect things because we’re blood.”

Everybody has goals, aspirations or whatever, and everybody has been at a point in their life where nobody believed in them.

Don’t ever try to judge me, dude, you don’t know what I’ve been through.

Music is my time machine.

I don’t want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice.

I believe people can change, but only for the worse.

I can never turn my back on a city that made me.

I find you offensive for finding me offensive.

I don’t hate women – they just sometimes make me mad.

Everything always happens for a reason.

Just be yourself, the minute you start being yourself youre gonna win.

Music is reflection of self.

Fame hit me like a ton of bricks.

Maybe one day we’ll all wake up and this will just be a dream.

I love the attention but I don’t like too much of it.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

I truly have a great love for an audience, and I used to want to prove it to them by giving them blood.

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

The inspired and expired air may be sometimes very useful, by condensing and cooling the blood that passeth through the lungs; I hold that the depuration of the blood in that passage, is not only one of the ordinary, but one of the principal uses of respiration.

I have often endeavoured to view the circulation of the blood in terrestrial animals, but without success, by reason that no parts of their bodies were sufficiently transparent.

I have divers times endeavoured to see and to know, what parts the Blood consists of; and at length I have observ’d, taking some Blood out of my own hand, that it consists of small round globuls driven through a Crystalline humidity or water.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

When mighty roast beef was the Englishman’s food It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood– Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good. Oh! the roast beef of England. And Old England’s roast beef.