I Grew Up In Somewhat Of A

In The 2000s, I Became An Artist. I Started Preserving And Educating. I Became More Obsessed With Making Ipod Playlists For People.

I'm A 24-hour Tweet Machine, I'm A 24-hour Blogger. When There's No Pressure On Me, I Can Talk And Write And Lecture With The Best Of Them. But Put A Deadline On Me And I Start Getting Writer's Block.

I Feel Like The Downfall Of Any Person Is The Second An Artist Starts Celebrating Their Work Themselves, That Becomes Problematic. And You Know, I Don't Sit There, I Don't Bask In The Awards I've Won, You Know, Read My Bank Statements, I Refuse. To Me, That's How You Start Losing The Hunger. So For Me Personally, I Just Don't Celebrate It. I'm Happy, Right Now.

I Never Want To Get To That Level Of Poverty Where Taking A Bath Has To Be A Hot-pot Experience.

Crack Offered A Lot Of Money To The Inner-city Youth Who Didn't Go To College. Which Enabled Them To Become Businessmen. I Know About Maybe Five People In The Entertainment Industry Who Did Their Peak Work As A Result Of Crack Usage.