You a slave to a page in my rhyme book.

Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work, and you get nothin' without struggle and hard work

You have to keep your vision clear, cause only a coward lives in fear.

Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite.

No idea is original, there's nothing new under the sun, it's never what you do, but how it's done

You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money...

I never brag, how real i keep it, cause thats the best secret.

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, Dedication, hard work, routine builds character. In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers

Some seek fame cause they need validation, Some say hating is confused admiration.

It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.

I want to be with you forever and beyond...

I don't anxiously take in what people say about other people and judge them solely on that basis. I measure a person by how they treat me and what I see in their character.

No group and no government can properly prescribe precisely what should constitute the body of knowledge with which true education is concerned.

I never thought the orchestra should be big.

An organism at war with itself is doomed.

The kids in our classroom are infinitely more significant than the subject matter we teach.

Science is about explaining the world, and religion is about interpreting it. There shouldn't be any conflict.

I had always imagined that Cliché was a suburb of Paris, until I discovered it to be a street in Oxford.

If I could identify one core problem about the world, it's that we've been taught to distrust ourselves.

The fate of the worm refutes the pretended ethical teaching of the proverb, which assumes to illustrate the advantage of early rising and does so by showing how extremely dangerous it is.