'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
Hip-hop is too young to put a definition on it
Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life.
Hip-hop is still cool at a party. But to me, hip-hop has never been strictly a party; it is also there to elevate consciousness.
There is nothing more negligent than attempting to address a problem one finds on a branch than by censoring the leaves.
I think that the heart is a lot like those wonderful fruit, like coconut and mangoes, you know, you have to break the skin, you have to break it open to get to the good part.
Sometimes our thoughts and feelings are our most prized possessions. . . and then there are times to let go of your possessions and wander.
Fears and lies intensify consciousness.
One of the extraordinary things about human events is that the unthinkable becomes thinkable.
All men of action are dreamers.
I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.