I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago, back in the stone age.
Acts of the devil revealed and reveled, designed to recline the mind to lower level.
I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan, and I shouldn't have to run from a black man.
The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.
Any man without a woman is incomplete, and vice-versa she's obsolete.
I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes.
The five senses are all correlated, the sixth and seventh is how you elevate it.
One God, one market, one truth, one consumer.
I am thrilled - I can't stress that enough - thrilled when I see kids getting active.
Enough of anything is plenty, but plenty to some people is never enough.
The mind is endless. You put me in a dark solitary cell, and to you that's the end, to me it's the beginning, it's the universe in there, there's a world in there, and I'm free.