“Never underestimate those who you scar.”

You improve yourself and light up the corner that you live on. You may not touch a gazillion lives, but you can light up your own space, light up your home.

I think what people are attracted to about me, if anything, is my passion. People got exposed to my passion through music and song first.

Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies.

See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.

Anything that is not growing is dead.

I consider myself a crayon. I may not be your favorite color but one day you’ll need me to complete your picture.

The only way to know is to Live, Learn, and Grow.

If I’d known white people were going to buy my last album, I never would have recorded it.

You could get the money, you can get the power, but keep your eyes on the final hour.

It’s emotional warfare telling the people we love, the most, the truth about ourselves.

The less I have, the freer I am to do whatever I want to do.

I can give away everything I posses, but am without love, and I have no happiness

We can’t plan life. All we can do is be available for it.

In my travels all over the world, I have come to realize that what distinguishes one child from another is not ability, but access. Access to education, access to opportunity, access to love.

Hypocrites always wanna play innocent.

As artists, we have an opportunity to help the public evolve, raise consciousness and awareness, teach, heal, enlighten and inspire in ways the democratic process may not be able to touch. So we keep it moving.

And still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

Water your scars with self-love and watch them bloom into flowers of strength.

The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.

If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.

We should never allow that the scars on our heart change the way we love – no matter how deep they run.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

Don’t let the scars on your heart define the way you love.