We have a thousand points of light for the homeless man. We've got a kinder gentler machine gun hand.

Music is the love of my life. It's a total escape from reality. Music transports you to another place, someplace unexpected and meaningful.

I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

As sure as God made black and white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

Hip-hop is not the problem, our reality is the problem.