My Concept Of Successful Living Is Escaping

My Whole Life At A Certain Point Was Studio, Hotel, Stage, Hotel, Stage, Studio, Stage, Hotel, Studio, Stage. I Was Expressing Everything From My Past, Everything That I Had Experienced Prior To That Studio Stage Time, And It Was Like You Have To Go Back To The Well, In Order To Give Someone Something To Drink. I Felt Like A Cistern, Dried Up And Like There Was Nothing More. And It Was So Beautiful.

If I'd Known White People Were Going To Buy My Last Album, I Never Would Have Recorded It.

I Knew His Life Deserved A Chance/but Everybody Told Me To Be Smart/look At Your Career They Said/lauren, Baby Use Your Head/but Instead I Chose To Use My Heart.

I Can Do What You Do, Easy, Believe Me Frontin' Niggas Give Me Hee-bee-gee-bees

I Consider Myself A Crayon... I May Not Be Your Favorite Color But One Day You'll Need Me To Complete Your Picture.