I Look In The Mirror, My Only

I Wrote This [most Kings] Before Mj Died, And His Death Only Proves My Point: When He Was Alive, The King Of Pop, People Were Tireless In Taking Him Down, Accepting As Truth Every Accusation People Made Against Him, Assuming The Worst Until They Drove Him Away. When He Died, Suddenly He Was Beloved Again - People Realized That The Charges Against Him Might Really Have Been Bogus, And That The Skin Lightening Was Really Caused By A Disease, And That His Weirdness Was Part Of His Artistry. But When He Was Alive And On Top, They Couldn't Wait To Bring Him Down.

Males Shouldnt Be Jealous. Thats A Female Trait.

New York Has A Thousand Universes In It That Don't Always Connect But We Do All Walk The Same Streets, Hear The Same Sirens, Ride The Same Subways, See The Same Headlines In The Post, Read The Same Writings On The Walls. That Shared Landscape Gets Inside Of All Of Us And, In Some Small Way, Unites Us, Makes Us Think We Know Each Other Even When We Don't.

Racism Is Taught In The Home. We Agree On That? Well, It's Very Hard To Teach Racism To A Teenager Who's Listening To Rap Music And Who Idolizes, Say, Snoop Dogg. It's Hard To Say, 'that Guy Is Less Than You.' The Kid Is Like, 'i Like That Guy, He's Cool. How Is He Less Than Me?

Artists Can Have Greater Access To Reality; They Can See Patterns And Details And Connections That Other People, Distracted By The Blur Of Life, Might Miss. Just Sharing That Truth Can Be A Very Powerful Thing.