I Played T-mac. I Cooked Him. Roasted

Because We're Old As Sh*t. What Do You Want?

It's Different From Being 21 And You Think There's Endless Amount Of Opportunities. At 33, The Ending Is Much, Much Closer.

That Argument Doesn’t Make Any Sense To Me. So We Want To Advance As A Society And As A Culture, But, Say, If Something Happens To An African-american, We Immediately Come To His Defense? Yet You Want To Talk About How Far We’ve Progressed As A Society? Well, If We’ve Progressed As A Society, Then You Don’t Jump To Somebody’s Defense Just Because They’re African-american. You Sit And You Listen To The Facts Just Like You Would In Any Other Situation, Right? So I Won’t Assert Myself.

You Always Have To Be On Edge. You Always Have To Take Every Practice, Every Game, Like It Is Your Last.

By Eloquence I Understand Those Appeals To Our Moral Perceptions That Produce Emotion As Soon As They Are Uttered. This Is The Very Enthusiasm That Is The Parent Of Poetry. Let The Same Man Go To His Closet And Clothe In Numbers Conceptions Full Of The Same Fire And Spirit, And They Will Be Poetry.