I've got a virtually limitless supply of bullshit.
Hard, you know what I'm thinking, took the panties off and the pussy wasn't stinking.
The kids from the streets don't want preaching or messages. They want what they can identify with. They want to hear about the reality of their situation, not fairy tales. They don't care if it's ugly; they just want reality.
If you want to get your point across, you gotta cuss.
The boys in the hood are always hard.
Yeah, I was a brother on the streets of Compton doing a lot of things most people look down on but it did pay off. Then we started rapping about real stuff that shook up the LAPD and the FBI. But we got our message across big time, and everyone in America started paying attention to the boys in the hood.
Get thee behind me Satan, and push me along. I'm kin to the devil.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.
There are some things, but not too many, toward which the countryman knows he must be properly respectful if he would avoid pain, sickness and injury. Nature is neither punitive nor solicitous, but she has thorns and fangs as wells as bowers and grassy banks.
Grandmotherhood initiated me into a world of play, where all things became fresh, alive, and honest again through my grandchildren's eyes. Mostly, it retaught me love.