“You got beef, bring your cow, I will cattle you.”

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I’m cursed, so never mind.

Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.

You could love me or hate me I swear it won’t make me or break me. I’m goin where ever the money takes me.

Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her.

Her life is deep, but I still dig her.

I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different.

Take dem shoes off your teeth and stop running your mouth.

You have to self-reflect. If you forget who you actually are, then what’s the use of even looking in the mirror.

I ain’t lookin down but I see no one above me.

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotion from a king.

Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean.

Surround yourself with love, not friends.

Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth.

I got these haters like, When he gon’ stop? Maybe a minute after never, start ya clocks.

I stick to the script, I memorize the lines, cause life is movie that I’ve seen too many times.

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.

I demand of you, and of the whole world, that you show me a generic character by which to distinguish between Man and Ape. I myself most assuredly know of none.

I’m a giraffe. I even walk like a giraffe with a long neck and legs. It’s a pretty dumb animal, mind you.

I also readily admit that there are animals, taken in the ordinary sense, that are incomparably larger than those we know of, and I have sometimes said in jest that there might be a system like ours which is the pocketwatch of some enormous giant.

If you have a clear idea of a soul, you will have a clear idea of a form; for it is of the same genus, though a different species.

Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.

The ass bears the load, but not the overload.

Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be scratched.

If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.