“Do not settle for letting these waves settle, or the dust to collect in your veins.”

“Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.”

“So, tell me what my fists keep writing, my fingers, they open up like gates when I write...”

“Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.”

“Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and i still have time to be”

“Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace”

“Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and I still have time to be”