Even when I lose faith in myself there is something in me that speaks through and says I am not finished yet.

We have been underserved, underprivileged and unfortunate for far too long. There are no more excuses. It's not enough to have limited progress and allow our expectations and sense of purpose to evaporate. So, if that means we must sacrifice some nights at the club and give up buying the latest designer handbags and sneakers... well then damn, so be it.

This is a time where fashion and style go against what I would rather do myself. So I have to pick and choose from people that share my enthusiasm when it comes to certain things.

I'm beating down the Internet as we speak.

I think that at the end of the day, when people understand the circumstances that led to the circumstances, they begin to sway their views.

I could see myself in the fur coats, turtleneck sweaters, with the Kangol hats like Slick Rick and Dana Dane. But I could also see myself in a leather Troop suit like LL Cool J.

Some of us were born to hate and some of us were born to be great.