The words loved me and I loved them in return.
Art... reacts to or reflects the culture it springs from.
So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.
... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.
...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.
The most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us.