Let the truth be told from young souls that become old </br>From days spent in the jungle, where must one go </br>To find it, time is real, we can't … - Common

I look into my daughter's eyes. And realize that I'ma learn through her. The Messiah, might even return through her. If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her

Recently, John and I got to go to Selma and perform “Glory” on the same bridge that Dr. King and the people of the civil rights movement marched on 50 years ago. This bridge was once a landmark of a divided nation, but now is a symbol for change. The spirit of this bridge transcends race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, and social status. The spirit of this bridge connects the kid from the South Side of Chicago, dreaming of a better life, to those in France standing up for their freedom of expression, to the people in Hong Kong protesting for democracy. This bridge was built on hope, welded with compassion, and elevated by love for all human beings.

Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood </br>Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good </br>Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it </br>Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered </br>I choreographed seven steps to heaven </br>and hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened </br>Veteran of a cold war its Chica-i-go for </br>What I know or, whats known