I'm calling for dialogue. I'm gathering attention for dialogue which is what you do in a struggle for power.

We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?

I don't know how to change the world but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here, somebody gon clean it up.

There's a machine that I have nothing to do with. It's called the "Tupac Machine."

They claim that I'm violent just cuz I refuse to be silent.

There ain't no place like paradise.

If I could patent 'being real', I think I could own that.