I Went From A D All The

I Was The Highest-paid Street Performer, Probably, In The History Of Chicago. I Was Making Like $800 A Day.

You Know, I'm No Different From A Fireman. You Got To Run Into A Fire No Matter How Big The Blaze Is.

I Spend Like $2 Million A Year On Chinese Food And Pizza For Ten People In The Studio Who Don't Sing Or Produce.

It's Amazing To Know That 5 Years Ago I Was Writing Songs In A Basement In The Ghetto And Now I'm Writing For Michael Jackson. I'd Be A Fool Not To Say It's A Dream Come True.

I Only Feel Sorry For Weak People. And Mostly What I've Come To Find Is That The Weak People Are The Ones That Are The Haters.