I have a dream: One day we will get to the promised land. Then the president will be me, The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli...that's it! All wackness is now banned.

If you holding up the wall then you missing the point

Radio makes it appear like you can get some sounds in a laptop and be the next dude. Those careers don't really last.

Love and hate, black and white, Right or wrong, who is right? Some smoke joints to anoint their brain To the vanishing point...so they won't go insane.

It mattered what someone did to allow you to have the forum to do what you're doing.

Couldn't you see me and you stretched out in a bikini on the beach in Tahiti? See, me, I'm very selective even though I could be greedy; My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti.

Truth had me up against the ropes And semi-conscious without no boxing skills.

There needs to be someone who can lead you in the right direction.

His momma said, Donovan why are you, on the corner of linden and guy R. Brewer?

Once I slapped a rapper with mace, Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait... I actually grew five times my size, grabbed Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him.

Kids don't even realize what they're up against.

The military state is the final form to which every planned economy tends rapidly.

Never let your dreams go away.

I am surprised by what people expect of me.

Fate changes when you change your clothes.

My father was a classical pianist, and my mother was a singer of just about everything.

Authorship has never been with me a matter of choice. I have not done it for amusement, or for money, or for fame, or for any reason but because I could not help it.

I was 13 and my mom was a librarian so I told her to check out every music book she could possibly find. I wanted to know the business part of being in the music business.

In essence I'm really a very traditional writer. I subscribe to the notion that, ultimately, characters do drive everything else.

For a beggar to live at court is not so much as the King to dwell with him in his cottage.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.