Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

I think everybody on this planet does that - trying to capture your dream after you wake up.

My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.

I dance for no reason, for reasons you can't dance, Call me an activist of intellectualized circumstance You can't learn my steps until you unlearn your thoughts Spirit, soul, can't be store-bought.

Why shouldn't rap be esoteric, able to take in current events, history and criticism? I guess it's this old idea of containment - that rappers, because they're black, can't and shouldn't aspire to look outside the ghetto for influence.

It's not the rules everywhere, you know? That's not the rules everywhere - that things have to be dumbed down in order to become massively popular. And that hasn't always been the rule, even in America.

I can't say that I always want to get out of bed, you know.