Gil Scott-Heron

I have a novel that I can write. It's about three soldiers from Somalia. Some babies have been disappearing up on 144th Street, and I speculate later on what happened to them and how they might have been got back. These guys are dead, all three, and they have a chance in the afterlife to do something they should have done when they were alive.

I am honestly not sure how capable I am of love. And I'm not sure why.

Our accomplishments show what kind of people we are.

Well, I grew up on the blues, man!

Colour is not the issue in America; class is.

You see, revolution sounds like something that happens, like turning on the light switch, but actually it's moving a large obstacle, and a lot of folks' efforts to push it in one direction or the other have to combine.