And Through Our Travels We Get Separated,

Can I Hit It In The Morning With Out Giving You Have Of My Dough?

Just When I Thought I Had Everything, I Lost It All

On The Night He Died - He Was Twenty-seven - Basquiat Had Been Planning To See A Run-dmc Show. When People Asked Him What His Art Was About, He'd Hit Them With The Same Three Words: "royalty, Heroism, And The Streets.

Everything Evens Up, You Just Wait, Even A Garbage Can Gets A Steak, You Ain't Even A Garbage Can, You Have Faith!

Don't Ever Go With The Flow. Be The Flow.