Sometimes you come from your community, and then you rise. It's like, okay, when do you get back rooted into your community? A lot of times you can rise in the ranks and maybe leave the core of where you come from.

I am the unarmed black kid who maybe needed a hand, but instead was given a bullet.

All that glisters is not gold.

We as people have a purpose here to contribute to the Earth, to contribute to people's goodness and good life.

When I see people of my likeness, or who are somebody that I feel connected to, doing something great, I fee like I can do it. It gives me some hope and vision.

I've always been asked, "What type of character would you love to play?," and I've always said a pastor.

It's hard to see blessings in a violent culture