Baby girl you need to stop it, all that pride and self esteem got you angry bout this girl I'm wit in all them magazines.

I smoke goody, no glaucoma.

I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.

You put the tea in the kettle and light it. Put your hand on the metal and feel it.. but do you even feel it anymore?

I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach.

I drive two black cars, I named em Malcolm X and Martin Luther.

When I was young I was working with a lot of people being out in the south. My uncle wrote for Al Green and I was around Al a lot.