Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce

A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.

Skip the religion and politics, head straight to the compassion. Everything else is a distraction.

I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.

Do the math: You never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half.

You gotta get back to your essence, Use your gifts and share your presence, Don't count your dollars 'til you count your blessings.

Life without knowledge is death in disguise.

The beautiful thing about hip-hop is it's like an audio collage. You can take any form of music and do it in a hip-hop way and it'll be a hip-hop song. That's the only music you can do that with.

If lyrics sold then truth be told/I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z.

I'm at a loss for words. But even my loss is amplified.

You know, there's a lot of activism that doesn't deal with empowerment, and you have to empower yourself in order to be relevant to any type of struggle.

I can't abide people who go soft over animals and then cheat every human they come across!

It is not about doing what we feel like. It is about doing what God says.

It's just... You sound like lorde. But like, with maple syrup.

Not all readers are leaders, but all leaders are readers.

No doubt, a father he is the most respected man in our lives, the most admired person. He is the protector, and the guardian of our lives.

The first pet I remember was a cat called Baby. She would sleep with me, and I could call her from anywhere, and she would come running.

Anger doesn't win games.

I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.

I am apt to be harsh in my secret judgments of others, seeing them as defective because they are not enough like me.

Oh, Daja," moaned Jory, "you sound just like my parents." She ran from the schoolroom. "Well, there's no reason to insult me, "muttered Daja, half offended.