Wisdom begins when you discover the difference between "That doesn't make sense" and "I don't understand.
I'm givin' more flat lines to niggas than loose-leaf.
I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow.
We got hookers with heaters that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas.
Yo, you don't think you're going under? I got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone number.
I wouldn't agree with people saying Lil Wayne is wack, you know what I mean? Because I've heard Lil Wayne records many times and he say a lot of clever things.
Bullets ain't racial, kid. . . they only hate you.
The message I'm trying to say is that I'm tough because of life experience.
When I was a kid I used to want to be a Beethoven or something. That was my dream.
In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.
We are going to die, as is everyone we adore - I hate this! But the question is, how do we live as women and men in the face of this? Why do we let ourselves be so distracted and obsessed by meaningless B. S. in light of having one short, precious life? When are we going to wake up and be fully alive to each other and nature and magic and wonder and Life with a capital L? When will we stop hitting the snooze button? And then, how alive are we willing to be?