He had her in his heart, but not always in his mind.
The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed.
She wore her sexuality with an older woman's ease, and not like an awkward purse, never knowing how to hold it, where to hang it, or when to just put it down.
Any woman who counts on her face is a fool.
It made me feel that I had to work very hard, but I've always felt I had to work very hard to get my own approval.
The roots of rap are originally ghetto-ised or extremely working class. So when you're an artist who's making something which isn't how its mainstream appearance should be, there's always these strange questions of authenticity and what you have to do to be 'real' as a rapper.