I was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota ghetto, where pimps and prostitutes were our role model. So I sing for the poor souls closest to the street, the ones who suffer the most.
When I was growing up, I´d go in my bedroom, close the door and bust out laughing. My mother knew I was in there alone, and thought this ghetto-child needed some serious checking, and took me to a psychiatrist. He said nothing was wrong, except I was a bit eccentric. My brother put it a different way: \