I love Harlem, it's like a second home to me.

I love the Old Vic so deeply, it's like a second home.

In May 2005, my life was altered drastically. We take for granted the simple words such as 'I love you,' but I appreciate them all.

I am racing to the studio the moment that God affords me the opportunity to hear again.

My family never missed a visit in eight months, ever. I cried coming out. I didn't cry coming in. There's a big difference. I believe that God put me there for a reason, Incarceration is serious.

Being in jail, it's humbled me in a way I never imagined.