Sometimes we listen to too many commentators about things that don't affect their lives because they're in a different tax bracket. Or to the so-called clergymen giving their interpretation of God's word, and yet they're not rolling the same way in their own lives.

I never imagined I'd meet Berry Gordy who told me when he first heard me sing, "You know, your singing's okay, but I like your harmonica playing better."

Mama gives you money for Sunday school, you trade yours for candy after church is through.

Now some folks say that we should be glad for what we have. Tell me, would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land?

Fear's what puts dreams to sleep.

I'm concerned about how accessible guns are.

The power has to be in your desire to see everyone thrive.