“There ain’t no time to be wasted, the world is going under… Nowadays, can’t tell Fall from Spring, and Winter from Summer.”

I remember when I fell from my first bike: There were no ‘Are you okays?’ and rarely ‘Are you alrights?’ Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel… That’s when I realized that getting up is only half the battle.

I’m still trying to do me and just make good music and quality music, music that you can feel.

Obama cool, but he ain’t sending me no free checks

I started making my own beats because I just couldn’t afford to pay for the other ones.

My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless.

I listened to a lot of old school, golden era music. It gave me a lot of insight on how to rap and give my all.

Too much shine, can dull the soul

If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?

Thank God for the day. Thank God for the morning. Won’t take this here for granted; no, good Lord, I gots to get on it.

They love the fact you made it, but hate the fact you got it. The stairway to heaven is packed…I’m in the lobby. Too scared to go to sleep, cause most times I often doubt my dreams.

The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee

Just know that I was once considered just a dreamer… Then I paid my dues and turned so many doubters to believers.

Looking back on all the things I went through to get here. It was all worth it. It’s a blessing that I can write about it all.

You remember that my great vision came to me when I was only nine years old, and you have seen that I was not much good for anything until after I had performed the horse dance near the mouth of the Tongue River during my eighteenth summer.

Our life is like th’ unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer’s cloudy days, Our riches fleet as swift as thought; Faith in the One Supreme Alone will bear us o’er the gulfs Of Being’s stormy stream.

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.

It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out.

The prediction that glaciers will be gone from Glacier National Park has been moved up by 10 years to 2020, the same year it’s predicted the Arctic Sea will be ice-free in the summer.

A third of summer sea ice in the Arctic is gone, the oceans are 30 percent more acidic, and since warm air holds more water vapor than cold, the atmosphere over the oceans is a shocking five percent wetter, loading the dice for devastating floods.

A well-frog cannot imagine the ocean, nor can a summer insect conceive of ice. How then can a scholar understand the Tao? He is restricted by his own learning.

Suddenly, in the space of a moment, I realized what it was that I loved about Britain – which is to say, all of it.