We Have To Get Back To "we."

It's Easy For Me To Say, "oh Yeah, That's The Self-saboteur Move That Most Artists Pull Whenever They're Afraid."

I Want To Be As Healthy As I Can Be So I Can Make It Past 50; Make It Past 60 And Make It Past 70.

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 Grew Up In Somewhat Of A War Zone In West Philadelphia In 1985, '86. It Wasn't As Extreme As Someone Coming In The Classroom And Just Unloading On A Class, But I Knew To Take The Scenic Route To Go To The Grocery Store To Avoid Certain Elements.

Funk Never Dies. It Is Eternal. It Just Smells A Little Different From Time To Time.