Don't ever give up on yourself. Keep pushing because the change of guards is what life's all about.

I'm over dey heads like a bulemic on a seesaw

I fell in love with words and I think that made my mom smile. I think that was cool for her.

It hurts to see anybody in pain, if you've got any kind of heart.

Read more learn more, change the globe

Me and hip-hop have a relationship that has nothing to do with no other rapper, no matter where you from or nothing. Every n*gga got his own personal relationship with hip-hop and this is mine.

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle. I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle.

Mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts

If the truth is told, the youth can grow.

...Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul, Only twelve tryin to tell me that he liked my style. Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes, Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose.

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book.

I don't meditate. Silence is golden though.

You ni**az get me sick, wannabe soundin like you know my arithmetic... but we don't sound alike

Who's world is this, the world is yours.

All struggle, all resistance is -- must be -- concrete. And all struggle has a global resonance. If not here, then there. If not now, then soon. Elsewhere as well as here.

“They will not struggle energetically against him, sometimes they will even applaud him; but they do not follow him. To his vehemence they secretly oppose their inertia, to his revolutionary tendencies their conservative interests, their homely tastes to his adventurous passions, their good sense to the flights of his genius, to his poetry their prose. With immense exertion he raises them for an instant, but they speedily escape from him and fall back, as it were, by their own weight. He strains himself to rouse the indifferent and distracted multitude and finds at last that he is reduced to impotence, not because he is conquered, but because he is alone.”

"Is not at all uncommon for women in my country to be illiterate, but to see my mother, a proud and intelligent woman, struggle to read the prices in the bazaar was an unspoken sadness for both of us, I think."

Every worthwhile accomplishment, big or little, has its stages of drudgery and triumph: a beginning, a struggle, and a victory.

The first year was hard for me to deal with. The second year was a little bit easier, but still difficult. It took me five years to get it out of me. It was a difficult moment, a difficult time.

The day-to-day making of policy is arguing all the time. You're trying to get the right approach and the right answer, and there are moments that aren't very pleasant. But in the end, you look at the overall product.

I have said this many times, that there seems to be enough room in the world for mediocre men, but not for mediocre women, and we really have to work very, very hard.

The struggle for freedom is ultimately not resistance to autocrats or oligarchs but resistance to the despotism of public opinion.

"That's going to be a struggle between two teams trying to impose their wills on one another. If they can get it in the half-court set, they'll have the advantage."

"I could have stayed in. It was my choice. When the team is struggling, why be in there for the sake of being there?"