How many ya'll parents smoke weed? My momma still grows illegal weed in Alabama.

I'm not ashamed of anything that I've done because when I did it, I was passionate about it and I was doing it for a reason.

Entangled between a dream and a coma.

Yeah, I have animosity, a chip on my shoulder. But I love, too.

I can tell you that when you're willing to give your life up to see a dream through, the reward is great.

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.

Name Yellow Wolf comes from life experiences. Yellow is the color of the sun - its power, fire, and hunger. Wolf represents my fierceness and ability to survive.

I don't go to clubs and throw money and pop bottles. That's not my thing, no disrespect.

For real, some of my favorite music is Mexican. It's something about the bassline and the drumming. I can't even speak Spanish, but that's probably why I like it so much.

Triple 6 Mafia and Mystikal in Atlanta was one of my first shows. I remember how sweaty and smashed up everybody was, and it was so punk rock.

Anyone can relate to struggle, whether you're European or Asian. Anyone can relate to having to get up and go to work and eat.

I want a man who knows something about himself. And is appalled. And has to forgive himself to get along.

Selling eternal life is an unbeatable business, with no customers ever asking for their money back after the goods are not delivered.

Loyalty and dedication can't be bought or paid to go away.

Live to learn . . . forget . . . and learn again.

Here's one thing I never say anymore: These people can't be that stupid, can they?

Full moons, skunk weed all up in the room; You got the munchies, baby? Ice cold milk and Lorna Doones.

She hated the implied familiarity when customers requested things from her by name.

It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.

Those who refuse to play second fiddle may wind up playing no fiddle at all.

If there was ever a man born to be a hitter it was me.