Where I'm from is like 'Hustle Flow' versus '8 Mile.' It's that really grimy, box-Chevy, dope-boy, working-class music.

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.

Every day could be your last, so share your love far and wide with everyone you adore.

When you get lost in a really strange place, nothing is more comforting than found your friend whom you trust and can show the way.

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

Every person, experience and circumstance are opportunities for spiritual growth and development. They are not coincidences… they are synchronicities.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

You never know about life.

Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.

Your mind and a computer have one thing in common: neither of them know the difference between the truth... and what you tell it.

Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.

The strengthening of our statehood is, at times, deliberately interpreted as authoritarianism.