You can't tell me who to hang with,
or kick my raps with,
or even make my snaps with,
'cause I'm full-grown and I got a full-grown mind,
so mother-fuck sticking with my own kind!

It was a day ripped full-grown from the womb of despair.

I always said if I lived to get grown and had a chance, I was going to try to get something for my mother and I was going to do something for the black man of the South if it would cost my life; I was determined to see that things were changed.

Every day, every year, and for every graduating class, there is a choice to be made, the same option for all grown-ups to make: to be one of three types of Americans — those who embrace liberty for all, those who won’t, or those who are indifferent — and only the first do the work of creating a more perfect union.