... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.

And I cried… for all of the women who stretched their bodies for civilizations, only to find ruins.

I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.

The words loved me and I loved them in return.

I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day. The more I learn, the clearer my view of the world becomes.

The most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us.

Art... reacts to or reflects the culture it springs from.