“I don’t really trust nobody.”

You probably can overcome what you’re going through from listening to my music.

Time is money I ain’t wasting time.

I try to keep my kids with me everywhere I go.

I have all bad days. I think I need help. I got an anger problem.

I know when people are with me or not. It’s an instinct.

Hurt ain’t never stopped a thing pain always kept us rolling.

You can get to know me through my music.

I’m committed to my family.

You can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped. And you can’t love someone that doesn’t want to be loved.

I wanted to try a different way of making music. That’s what made me try different things with my voice.

I just know what I go through, and I know how to speak on it in an interesting way.

You will never grow if you can’t admit your wrongs and learn from your mistakes.

I don’t really talk that much. I just watch and observe.

I ain’t got nothing to prove to nobody.

I don’t like my music. I’ll make a song, and if I do like it, I’ll feel it, but after that 10th play, I don’t like it no more.

Unless you are me, in my position, don’t ever tell me how to feel.

I wrote in my first book that I was broken, and now it just makes me mad every time. This is why writing words in books is so precarious. This is why Jesus only wrote in the sand, right? I just – I hate that I wrote that.

Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it’s the place where we find the deepest heartache.

So I’m putting my defenses up, cause I don’t wanna fall in love. If I ever did that. I think I’d have a heart attack.

Hearts can break and never make a sound.

Anybody who’s ever been broken up with, or had their heart stepped on or ripped out of them; you question everything you’ve based your whole life on. It’s like, is anything real? Cause nothing ‘s more real than that, and now it’s gone.

I have been given eyes to see and a mind to think, and now I know a great secret of life, for I perceive, at last, that all my problems, discouragements , and heartaches are, in truth, great opportunities in disguise.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

It was the weirdest thing ever. I said to myself: why are people always so okay with not having me in their lives?