With a lump forming in his throat, he thoughtabout all the hopes and dreams that he had for his son. More thananything, he prayed his boy would not grow up to be a screw uplike...

I get what you’re saying, but my hanging with the ladies is mostly for publicity when I’m on tour. I don’t sleep with that many girls. Well, not all of them. Okay, I’m trying to...

Life was good. Everything was going right. It was almost scaring him because usually when things were going this well it was the calm before the storm hit.

No wonder being a real Christian isn’t popular. Who wants to suffer so they can find joy?

You’re playing with a blow torch, andit’s pointed at your head. Think about what you’re saying.

Well if God wanted a broken spirit out of me, He would get Hiswish. At this point in my life the only thing I could do was look up.