For A While, The Genre Seemed To

The Danger I Faced Was Not Accepted As Reasonable Grounds For Deferring My Tax Payments, As Authorities, Who Despite Being Told All Of This, Still Chose To Pursue Action Against Me, As Opposed To Finding An Alternative Solution.

My Mother Gave Me A Piece Of Bread, Which Was Love And Encouragement. The Correction Was The Meat, The Substance. And Then She Would Sandwich That, Sandwich That With Another Piece Of Bread, Which Was Love And Encouragement. That Was Very Important In Shaping And Molding Our Morality, Our Understanding Of Ourselves, Making Sure That We Didn’t Think We Were Better Than Or Less Than Anyone, Feeling No More Worthy Or No Less Worthy Than Anyone Else.

If I'd Known White People Were Going To Buy My Last Album, I Never Would Have Recorded It.

Nobody's Going To Force Me To Do Something Against My Will. What Do I Owe Anybody That I Should Submit My Will To Them?

Let’s Love Ourselves, Then We Can’t Fail, To Make A Better Situation. Tomorrow, Our Seeds Will Grow, All We Need Is Dedication!