I don't like the way people cherish the ghetto, as if it’s some royal palace, or kingdom. I also don't like the way people treat each other in the ghetto. It is really hard to find love, trust, and respect. You don't find too many people that want to do better for themselves in the ghetto because so many people seem to be satisfied with where they're at.

Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.

Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.