Oh, I know that. You know me, baby, I cannot be broken. Takes a giant to snap me in half.

It wasn't like the spare rooms of immigrants - packed to the rafters with all that they have ever possessed, no matter how defective or damaged, mountains of odds and ends - the stand testament to the fact that they have things now, where before they had nothing.

You say you want to talk, But you don't . You stonewall me.

Sometimes you get a flash of what you look like to other people.

The young people have a phrase for this now, which is "slay in your lane." That's a very important principle of writing. You have to work out what it is you can't do, obscure it, and focus on what works.

It's a funny thing about rap, that when you say 'I' into the microphone, it's like a public confession. It's very strange.

World makers, social network makers, ask one question first: 'How can I do it?'