It's the one who won't be taken that cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
Honey, I can smell the scent of another woman from 500 paces.
I'm the last of the truly tacky women. I do trash with flash and sleaze with ease.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.
Rap is poetry set to music. But to me it's like a jackhammer.
I decided years ago not to read stories about myself anymore. Each one is a potential minefield: Whatever it says, you're bound to take it the wrong way. Why do it if you know it's going to make you miserable?