“i won’t be happy until i’m famous like God”

There’s no such thing as the perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they’re perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. ‘Cos your soulmate is the person that pushes all your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit.

We become immortal through our art.

Feet?? What do I need you for, When I have wings to fly.

Beauty is where you find it.

Only love can last.

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.

Kenya, you’re always on my mind.

T.G.T.B.T: too good to be true.

In the blink of an eye, everything can change! Why waste time?

Like pieces of your heart walking outside you.

When you feel like this, can’t nobody tell you shit?

I am rich and famous. I have a talented and gorgeous husband and two beautiful children. I could go on.

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

Don’t come to my house with negative vibes.

Sometimes you have to listen to fools, they may have a point.

Poor is the man whose pleasure depends on the permission of another.

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts – spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back – length of life.

If there were a nation of Gods, it would govern itself democratically. A government so perfect is not suited to men.

Just because you are seeing divine light, experiencing waves of bliss, or conversing with Gods and Goddesses is no reason to not know your zip code.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

I still have a spiritual base and a spiritual foundation. And my conversation with God is very open-ended. I pray for humility, honestly, because it’s very easy to be caught up in this world.

Blessed are the people whose leaders can look destiny in the eye without flinching but also without attempting to play God

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.

I remember really vividly kneeling by my bed as a nine-year-old, saying my prayers and asking God to give me boobs that were so big that if I laid on my back I wouldn’t be able to see my feet.