You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers. You can fill your life up with ideas and still go home lonely. All you really have that really matters are feelings. That's what music is to me.

Think before you speak, your words could hurt someone's feeling more than you intended it to.

Though we rush ahead to save our time, we are only what we feel.

And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal. Pourin' off of every page, like it was written in my soul from me to you.

The less I say the more my work gets done.