I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized/Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried/But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted/Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin

My lyrics motivate the planet/It's similar to Rhythm Nation/but thugged out

Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin/Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation/So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin/We must be based on nothin better than communication

People in my situation get to read about themselves whether they want to or not. It's generally wrong. Or oversimplified - which is sometimes useful.

Basically there's a gulf between truth and untruth, I don't want to be too mathematical about it, because I'm not very good at maths. But it's a divide between…

There's not a day in my life I'm not proud of being gay but I just wasn't ready for that attention to be placed on it. I remember being on Oprah. Well, not on …