Nine To Five Is How Ya Survive,

All These Ways We Classify Things As R&b And Hip-hop And Rock... It's Bullshit. It's All Music. If You Put Yourself In That Box, Then You Won't Be Able To Hear That It's All Music At Its Soul.

Nine To Five Is How Ya Survive, I Ain't Trying To Survive I'm Trying To Live It To The Limit And Love It Alive

This Is Why We Shouldn't Be Afraid. There Are Two Possibilities: One Is That There's More To Life Than The Physical Life, That Our Souls "will Find An Even Higher Place To Dwell" When This Life Is Over. If That's True, There's No Reason To Fear Failure Or Death. The Other Possibility Is That This Life Is All There Is. And If That's True, Then We Have To Really Live It - We Have To Take It For Everything It Has And "die Enormous" Instead Of "living Dormant," As I Said Way Back On "can I Live." Either Way, Fear Is A Waste Of Time.

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.

Your Future Is Ahead Of You. Imagine The Notion Of The Past Fifteen Years Of Your Life Being A Blip In Your Story.