I make such a good statistic, somebody should study me now; somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel, just cause I'm here, and I'm real.

Don't tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice. Tell me, isn't that your picture? Isn't that your voice.

Privilege is a headache, that you don't know that you don't have.

A good brain ain't diddley, if you don't have the facts.

I know men are delicate origami creatures who need women to unfold them, hold them when they cry. But I am tired of being your savior and I am tired of telling you why.

If you don't live what you sing about, your mirror is gonna fade.

Having more exposure is kind of a bittersweet thing for me, honestly, because it's nice to have a little more job security in life now.