My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

Even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

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'll probably be punished for hard living.

Even the genius ask questions.

There ain't nothin' like a Black woman.

Fear is stronger than love