“I am good. I live good. I think good. I don’t have to feel good to be good, I take my goodness wherever I go.”

Music is in me.

I have no mother here; I have a bearer. Jah is my mother, and Jah is my father.

It’s not the one-half that’s never been told; it’s the three-quarters.

I man don’t come red, I come Black

I was born with music inside of me, and that was the first flower that bloomed on my tree, but I was the highest key in my school and also the lowest key, seen?

My philosophy is: if you don’t bear a cross, you can’t wear a crown so you gotta go through some form of humiliation to reach tribulation.

To be coordinated with the power of balance, your mind and your temple must be running parallel.

I don’t need no peace. I need equal rights and justice.

Music is a science, it heals depression.

I don’t owe no one no obligation, and no one owe me none so every ‘ting is fine.

To have the truth in your possession you can be found guilty, sentenced to death.

What the Rastaman represents is positivity.

It can be beautiful, if you just be yourself.

I’m on my way to happiness, where I can find some peace and rest.

Reggae must be lived, not played. It is a lifebeat everytime.

It is only the truth that can make a man free, it is only the truth that can make a man live.

Because next to you, I can see new life bloom. And by your side, I can feel both our worlds collide.

Love me completely never half heartedly, all hearts deserve to feel whole.

I feel the presence of a higher power. I believe that what you give is what you get. It’s universal law. I believe in the power of prayer and of words. I’ve learned that when you predict that negative things will happen, they do.

I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.

I’d rather believe in my own choice and see it all go wrong than do something I’m not fully convinced of and later feel guilty about it.

I feel more like I’m a person who has so much to offer in different capacities that it would be a danger for me not to give myself a chance to spread my wings in all different directions.

And as you left my heart cried out then suddenly I was thankful that the cries of the heart can only be felt and not heard.

I still feel insecure all the time. I feel like it’s just a part of being a human being… I just learned normal is very boring.