“My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless.”

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.

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

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

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.

The Higher Self is whispering to you softly in the silence between your thoughts.

The best things cannot be told, the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange.

Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.

If you look at people out on the street, if you look at people at restaurants, nobody’s having conversations anymore. They’re sitting at dinner looking at their phone, because their brain is so addicted to it.

Ignorance has its virtues; without it there’d be mighty little conversation.

What is truly a part of our spiritual path is that which brings us alive. If gardening brings us alive, that is part of our path, if it is music, if it is conversation we must follow what brings us alive.

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

Good-breeding is not confined to externals, much less to any particular dress or attitude of the body; it is the art of pleasing, or contributing as much as possible to the ease and happiness of those with whom you converse.