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I Think That One Of The Hardest Things In The World To Be Is A Black Male. I Mean Everyone Hates Your Guts. White Men Are Afraid Of You. White Women Are Afraid Of You. The Cops Hate You. The Government Wants You Dead. Your Own People Want To Shoot You For What You Got. You Just Can't Get Over It. And Even If You Are Able To Get Over It You're Forced To Do It On The White Guy's Terms.

Here In This Moment We Are Beautiful, Nocturnal Creatures And Our Thoughts And Words Are Jewels Guarded By The Moon.

If A Slave Were To Raise His Voice To His Master, He Risked All Manner Of Punishment. Yet What Was Possible In Many Circumstances Was To Lift One's Voice In Song. This Was A Major Ingredient In What Is Now Known As Blues And Gospel. Slaves May Have Been Regarded As Subhuman By Their Cruel Captors, But Through Music, They Were Proud And Dignified.

I Enjoy Helping. I Like Doing Benefits And Things Like That, But Don't Feel The Need To Be Thanked Or Even Meet The People I Am Doing The Benefit For.

Someone Like Ashlee Simpson, She Lip-synchs On 'saturday Night Live,' Gets Totally Called Out La Milli Vanilli, And No One Really Cares That Much. It Doesn't Make Me Hate Ashlee; She's Just Taking Instructions.