I'm either going to go completely mental, completely bankrupt, or have the best success of my life.
My dad would give me $10, which is a lot of money when you're 9, to sing at church, on tables at restaurants, at family functions, just about anywhere.
I have a second chance on life.
I was a hop-around. I hung out with the rockabilly crew, the guys who were trying to be rappers, the funny kids.
If you are not happy with something, you should change it. So I went to a lot of therapy, and finally, I am able to speak up for myself: You are going to hear me roar!
I got this Jesus tattoo on my wrist when I was 18 because I know that it's always going to be a part of me. When I'm playing, it's staring right back at me, saying, 'Remember where you came from.'
