And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.
Shakespeare's gone, don't even think about it.
Dallas Mavericks want me as a bald-headed 5' 8" guard with a 95" vertical. Vince Carter respect my legs, ask Shawn Kemp.
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I drop styles on ears. . . the public bite 'em. Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write 'em. They say, "Yo Keith! You're Kool, you usin' big words!" I went to college, I'm even more stupid, herb.
Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space.
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me. What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doo-doo?
You know, no matter what I am or what I do for a living, I'm still, you know, the husband and the dad and the protector of the house, and I have to be conscientious about that.
It is necessary to constantly remind ourselves that we are not an abomination.
Give voice to what you know to be true, and do not be afraid of being disliked or exiled. I think that's the hard work of standing up for what you see.
The supposition that it was possible for any woman to be so mean-spirited as not at least to wish to tear out her rival's eyes was too hard for the digestion of the Cry.