I Bully Myself Cause I

I Haven't Had A Perfect Career. I've Put Some Albums Out That, Looking Back, I'm Not Super Proud Of, But There's Also A Lot Of Stuff That I Am Very Proud Of.

Honestly, I'd Love To Be Remembered As One Of The Best To Ever Pick Up A Mic, But If I'm Doing My Part To Lessen Some Racial Tension I Feel Good About What I'm Doing.

All I See Is Sissies In Magazines Smiling... Whatever Happened To Wildin' Out And Being Violent? Whatever Happened To Catching A Good, Old-fashioned, Passionate Ass Whoopin'? And Getting Your Shoes, Coat And Your Hat Tooken?

Now That I Understand That I'm An Addict, I Definitely Have Compassion For My Mother. I Get It.

My Earliest Memory Was Raping The Babysitter When I Was 5...she Was 15.