In the end, you can't censor the truth, especially when it comes packaged in hot music.

You put the right artist on the right track in the studio and leave the door open to let God in.

I got mouths to feed til they put flowers on me.

On the night he died - he was twenty-seven - Basquiat had been planning to see a Run-DMC show. When people asked him what his art was about, he'd hit them with the same three words: "Royalty, heroism, and the streets.

I seen the worst of the worst. I deserve every blessing I receive I'm from the dirt.

When you're growing up, your dad is your superhero. Once you've let yourself fall that in love with someone, once you put him on such a high pedestal and he lets you down, you never want to experience that pain again.

Remind your self. Nobody constructed like you, you style your self.