Moreover, as God respects no persons, so He respects no conditions upon which He gives salvation to us.
I don't gang bang but I'll bang tha thang!
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted A vision without action is merely a dream Action, it's the grind, it's the hustle, it's the persistence
It is illegal to steal my feelings and leave
I'm inspired by everything that goes on around me. I'm a sponge. I'm very analytical. I notice the things that most people don't notice.
My daily conversation, it consists of hustle. Grinding from the bottom sick and tired of struggle.
Whatever an individual chooses to do with themselves, long as it doesn't affect me and they're respectful with it, I don't care what they do. Because I'm not perfect and I have flaws, so who would I be to be judgmental?
I grow ominously tired of official confinement. Thirty years have I served the Philistines, and my neck is not subdued to the yoke. You don't know how wearisome it is to breathe the air of four pent walls without relief day after day, all the golden hours of the day between ten and four without ease or interposition. . . these pestilential clerk-faces always in one's dish. O for a few years between the grave and the desk!
I planned my success. I knew it was going to happen.
Children are the proof we've been here. . . they're where we go to when we die. They're the best thing and the most impossible thing, but there's nothing else. . . Life is a riddle and they are the answer. If there's any answer, it has to be them.
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic, And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype. But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike, Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight.