If we were the best hope the human race had for its salvation, things were more fucked up than I’d thought.
My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion. Why make life miserable for someone when you could be using your energy for good? We don’t need to share the same opinions as others, but we need to be respectful. When you hear people making hateful comments, stand up to them. Point out what a waste it is to hate, and you could open their eyes.
It’s like the Negro in America seeing the white man win all the time.
He’s a professional gambler; he has all the cards and the odds stacked on his side, and he has always dealt to our people from the bottom of the deck.
Can people of color be racist?
Nakedness has no color: this can come as news only to those who have never covered, or been covered by, another naked human being.
As with outlaw figures, in diverse musical and oral cultures throughout the world- Mexican corridos and Egyptian shaabi music, for example- Hip Hop’s irreverence toward dominant values and noncompliance with the status quo creates alternative, counterhegemonic spaces.
…the gospel has an answer to both pride and guilt.
I don’t fancy colors of the face, I’m always attracted to colors of the brain.
If you’re not at the front, you’re not in the race.
We know You love us. We love You, too. I mean, six, seven thousand years from now . . . won’t make no difference, will it? Everybody gonna be so mixed up by then that far in the future that they all gonna be the same color by then, ain’t they?