Nothing about us without us.
I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.
I used to walk to school with my nose buried in a book.
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets.
They say I need to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they don't understand, how can they reach me?
Life is too short to not have fun; we are only here for a short time compared to the sun and the moon and all that.
Everything I cook tastes better than yo' momma's nipples.
What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.
If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed.
The wheel of fortune turns round incessantly, and who can say to himself, I shall today be uppermost.
Let's first ask, what is life? And immediately we are stumped.