When your parents regulate everything you hear and everything you intake, it forces you to get creative in other ways.

Eternally repeating that cycle of death and rebirth, an existence such as this... truly, mine is what may be called a 'perfect existence'!

I tell the truth through music. Other people tend to catch on and agree with my truth and it turns out we are all really similar.

I’ve kissed death a thousand times before

I wear boxers all the time. I don't really move like a girl. I mean, unless it's time for me to get dressed or something.

I want people to get out of that nasty habit of needing a label. Every genre for each song is different.

My parents are really conservative. My dad is Muslim, and my mom is the most conservative woman you've ever met. They're very aristocratic in the most quaint suburban way.

I've always wanted an office job so I can tell someone, "I'm going to take a long lunch," or "I'm out of the office." I don't know why, but I've always seen so much stability in clocking in.

I don't listen to my own music, so to me it's awesome that people really like it. I was afraid that it wouldn't connect with everyone. I'm more appreciative than anything.

***A KEY WORD*** Imagined

God is an author, and we are His best story.

The key to sticking with any diet is learning how to control hunger and manage cravings.

The key to organizational success is to integrate next generation of leaders, tap into their way of looking at the world, solve problems in a very collaborative working style.

I think I was once given cocaine but I sneezed so it didn't go up my nose. In fact, it may have been icing sugar.

I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

... a lively imagination can exercise itself most fully and creatively in conjuring up magnificent combinations.

You consume me I don't even fight Oh, I feel intoxicated... But beware I bite.

I thought I had friends but in the end n*iggaz dies lonely.