“Color don’t tell if people Black. It’s the soul.”

The limit is the sky, and I live on cloud.

My word will never be as strong as God’s word. All I am is just a vessel, doing His work.

Sit down, be humble.

It’s the beauty in her, But when the makeup occur, I don’t see it, All i see is a blur.

I want you to recognize that I’m a proud monkey.

My rights, my wrongs, I write ‘til I’m right with God.

We’re all put on this earth to walk in His image, the Master.

Since day one, since the first time I touched the pen, I wanted to be the best at what I do.

Sit down, be humble.

It’s easy to forget who you are.

I’m only as good as my last word, my last hook, my last bridge.

A flower bloomed in a dark room.

Groups break up because they never got across what they wanted to do personally, and they have creative differences, and egos start to clash.

As long as my music is real, it’s no limit to how many ears I can grab.

I knew I was blessed with a gift of having both parents.

We’re all human at the end of the day, making mistakes. But learn from them is the key.

I don’t just want to be the best black player or the best Asian player. I want to be the best golfer ever.

I look at modeling as something I’m doing for black people in general.

Good actors I’ve worked with all started out making faces in a mirror, and you keep making faces all your life.

Some girls like to say one thing and mean another. And me being who I am, I’m very straightforward. Everything is very black and white for me. I don’t really like playing mind games.

The mere physical man is like the ant crawling on the paper, who observes black lettering and attributes its production to the pen and nothing more.

At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent my 70th birthday? I put on a completely black face, a fuzzy black Afro wig, wore black clothes and hung a black wreath on my door.

I was the first black child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana in 1960.

I had to confront my fears and master my every demonic thought about inferiority, insecurity, or the fear of being black, young, and gifted in this Western culture.