I'm Not As Impatient As I Used

Whatever; Bling Always Has Something To Hide.

Even If I Sing Like A Robot, It Is Still An Emotional Robot.

I Don't Know What I'm Going To Be Doing In Two Years Or Even In Two Weeks. I Have To Live For Today.

Some Songs Come From My Head, Some From My Throat, But There Will Always Be Moments When It Is An Injection Of The Soul.

I've Had More Misrepresentations Than I Can Handle, And People Have Told The Wickedest Lies About Me. A Lot Of Them Have Taken Their Frustrations Out On Me, And I Don't Like That Because It Can Wound. Not Necessarily Me, But Those Around Me. Journalists Can Be So Bad.