“Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.”

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I’m cursed, so never mind.

You could love me or hate me I swear it won’t make me or break me. I’m goin where ever the money takes me.

Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her.

Her life is deep, but I still dig her.

I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different.

Take dem shoes off your teeth and stop running your mouth.

You have to self-reflect. If you forget who you actually are, then what’s the use of even looking in the mirror.

I ain’t lookin down but I see no one above me.

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotion from a king.

Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean.

Surround yourself with love, not friends.

Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth.

I got these haters like, When he gon’ stop? Maybe a minute after never, start ya clocks.

I stick to the script, I memorize the lines, cause life is movie that I’ve seen too many times.

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.

I’m a new song and you’re just a remix.

And in a repressed society, artists fulfil a sense of harking back to instant gratification, or immediate expression, by doing things that function on the edge of society, or outside of what is conventionally accepted.

I think we have to stop using the expression “alt-right.” It’s ridiculous. It’s racist, fascist, nationalist.

Everything you do counts forever. You are an expression of the whole process of creation; you are a cocreator.

Do you know why language manifests itself the way it does in my work? It’s because I understand short attention spans.

I prefer to leave the paintings to speak for themselves.

For the trustees to turn away from the entirely reasonable request of the students that a hearing-impaired individual be made president of the college is a very unfortunate expression of insensitivity.

I suddenly realize that I’m naked, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s the phone, but for some reason it does. “How’s it hanging?” Kyra asks and now I think I’m blushing. It’s just an expression, but jeez!

You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.