I've got words for Karen Civils when PR needs CPR. When you're going through the wire before you even crashed a car, and the universe moons you when you know you're a star.

I ask God what his plans are as I try to look for hints in clouds. I grow exponentially from the amount of people who turn me down, because it keeps be me from being a clown. Painted smiles are worse than unearned crowns, and I wouldn’t be able to show my face in my town.

This isn't a love seat; it's clearly an intercourse couch, so I won't pretend what this is all about.

I sit back on a public jet with a new list of private regrets. I keep telling God I’m doing my best, but the devil won’t give it a rest. So is this what y’all really want?

… they say you've flipped sides when you start somersaulting.

I was down in the dumps man... woman, boy or girl because I keep starting over and over again in a whole new world... with no magic carpet. When I survey important work and those who want no part of it, it makes me question why I started it.

…this is a toast to the moments in time when you remember to make note of moments in time… and when those times happen to rhyme.

…everybody knows where nosy people go when the curtains close on stained glass windows. Tabloid teeny boppers make sure we’re all overexposed, dodging FBI warnings in open toes-circulating Wiki leaks when the government’s closed.

For every Ice Cube living straight out of Compton, somebody's son is living Straight Out of Compton. One can only opt-in or keep pouting. The fine details of reality and biography cinematography aren't ironed out too often, so when characters demand over time, who's really talking?

This is a call for critical thinkers to think and act in critical times, because there is no way (in Hell) that I’m following the blind…

I almost played “Touch’N You” accidentally, but I definitely grazed your fingers on purpose…

I'm moving like a deadbeat dad in my best Russell Peters impression, since my absence will be some children's greatest lesson…

I prefer the stupids over the stoop kids who are afraid to leave their stoop, but if we're passing out ice cream neither should get two scoops.

When is it really an advantage to be half horse? In bed? Would I be happy with twins or crabs instead? Probably not, but when I see the signs I'll better explain what I just said…

My twists of fate never allow me to stay tight with loose women, but it always feels like a fairytale in the beginning.

If you were my girl it would be dope. It would be beautiful.

Self-help tastes more selfish to me, so please pass the seafood and cutlery. My shark tales get fishy out of personal bias, plus I leave a lot of bones for my readers to digest. That's why I prefer to drive because my baggage costs the highest.

You weren't built to take everything on my mind, but I knew you would pretend to. I was judging you the whole time, I just wouldn't admit to. Every time I was being the bigger person, I was only being resentful and attacking you with gory allegory through my pencil.

I don't mind kicking knees inside very large trousers, and I open plenty of windows on all internet browsers.

I never tried you because I’d hate myself for ever letting you feel like you’re not the prize, just because you’re runner up in my eyes. But I can’t compromise.