Everything always happens for a reason.

If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.

My thing is this; if I'm sick enough to think it, then I'm sick enough to say it.

I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice.

England? England is in London right?

I would love it if, even for one day, you could walk through a neighborhood and see an Asian guy sitting on his stoop, then you look across the street and see a black guy and a white guy sitting on their porches, and a Mexican dude walking by.

So many lives I touch, so much anger.