If you're wondering how I can place pictures of women, soul-hypnotizing music and God on one page, understand that I am a sinner yearning for the heart of a saint, but a saint who has the eyes of a sinner. A poet who sees words as a conviction, a lyricist who uses her tongue as a weapon and a blessing at the same time. My name isn't important just my beliefs and values.
No nation can slave a race of people for hundreds of years, set them free bedraggled and penniless, pit them, without assistance in a hostile environment, against privileged victimizers, and then reasonably expect the gap between the heirs of the groups to narrow. Lines, begun parallel and left alone, can never touch.
In hating Africa and hating the African, we ended up hating ourselves, without realizing it. Because you can’t hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree … so they made you and me hate our African identity, our African characteristics. We hated our hair, we hated the shape of our nose, we hated the color of our skin; hated the blood of Africa that was in our veins. And in hating our features and our skin and our blood, we had to end up hating ourselves.
You get people that’s like “Man, Cole always rap about going to college”. Like nigga, Jay-Z made 13 albums talking about selling drugs and you love all them bitches. Let me talk about the shit I actually did.