Manhattan, Bronx, disco, the get down, moving up, moving out. We made it this far. Just keep loving me and I promise it’s gonna all be all right. ‘Cause all we gotta do is love each other, right?

When I get up on stage and say what I gotta say, I know who I am, and right now y’all are pushing me to be who you want me to be and nobody’s asking what I wanna be.

Better a failed church than a soiled nest.

Got a bunch of crabs in a barrel, one’s trying to climb out. All the other crabs just claw him until he goes right back down again.

It ain’t about what you like. You down for the cause or not?