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A few honest men are better than numbers.

Soul brother number 1+1 _x000D__x000D_Gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from

But whats it all worth, cant take it when you under this earth _x000D__x000D_Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked _x000D__x000D_They just rob your grave, Id rather be alive and paid _x000D__x000D_Before my numbers called, historys made _x000D__x000D_Somell fall, but I rise, thug or die _x000D__x000D_Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky _x000D__x000D_To rob steal or kill, Im wondering why _x000D__x000D_Its a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? _x000D__x000D_Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite _x000D__x000D_Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is.

Don't get offended, there's no need for insecurity,_x000D__x000D_Age is but a number, it's all about maturity.

Yo, you don't think you're going under?_x000D__x000D_I got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone number.

I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn._x000D__x000D_"Hello, good lookin, is this seat tooken?"_x000D__x000D__x000D_On the A Train, pickin at her brain,_x000D__x000D_I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name._x000D__x000D__x000D_I said, "I still like your style and fashion,_x000D__x000D_But I hate your hot sadiddy attitude wit a passion._x000D__x000D_Is it because brothers like to hawk a lot?_x000D__x000D_Is it because your sign don't talk a lot?"_x000D__x000D__x000D_She turned away, no play, I said, "OK,_x000D__x000D_You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day."

Infrareds on little people standing with some big heads,_x000D__x000D_I was Captain Kirk, walkin' with a black t-shirt._x000D__x000D_LAPD, the nurse asked did my knee hurt?_x000D__x000D_I was in pain, little Martians tryin' ta take my brain,_x000D__x000D_Hospitals came, detectives wrote down my name._x000D__x000D_I was to blame, my life never been the same._x000D__x000D_A true story; I tell ya, it'll never bore me._x000D__x000D_My classmate died, my other friend named Cory_x000D__x000D_Drinkin' 40s, he jumped out the project window,_x000D__x000D_Stabbed himself with a yellow number 2 pencil.

Bass! How low can you go?_x000D__x000D_Death row...what a brother know._x000D__x000D_Once again, back is the incredible,_x000D__x000D_The rhyme animal, the uncannable "D!"_x000D__x000D_Public Enemy Number One._x000D__x000D_Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb._x000D__x000D_Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?_x000D__x000D_But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun.

Hip-Hop got turned into Hit Pop,_x000D__x000D_The second a record was number one on the pop charts._x000D__x000D_But don't skip on the heart, it gotta start in the ghetto,_x000D__x000D_Let no one forget about the hard part.

Age ain't nothing but a number, that's what Chi-Ali said._x000D__x000D_OK, then why don't you get that through the judge's head?

I don't dwell on my age. It might limit what I can do. As long as I have my mind and health, it's just a number.

Writing is a way of living. It doesn't quite matter that there are too many books for the number of readers in the world to read them. It's a way of being alive, for the writer.

Never increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything.

The greatest gift . . . is the realization that life does not consist either of wallowing in the past or of peering anxiously at the future; and it is appalling to contemplate the great number of often painful steps by which one arrives at a truth so old, so obvious, and so frequently expressed. It is good for one to appreciate that life is now. Whatever it offers, little or much, life is now-this day-this hour.

There is, of course, great value in belonging to a group. Safety in numbers, for one. But there is also a mathematical explanation for why the brain is so willing to give up its own opinions: a group of people is more likely to be correct about something than an individual.

When people say that animal rescuers are crazy, what they really mean is that animal rescuers share a number of fundamental beliefs that makes them easy to marginalize. Among those is the belief that Rene Descartes was a jackass.

The number one piece of advice I would share is to recruit a mentor. Find someone you admire who is at least one generation older, and has no direct authority over you. Lack of context and perspective can cost you months and years--with a bad career choice, an unwise relocation, short-term negotiating posture, and, generally speaking, sophomoric thinking.

What is your personal carrying capacity for grief, rage, despair? We are living in a period of mass extinction. The numbers stand at 200 species a day. That's 73,000 a year. This culture is oblivious to their passing, feels entitled to their every last niche, and there is no roll call on the nightly news.

The number of those endowed with human life is as small as the amount of earth one can place on a fingernail. Life as a human being is hard to sustain--as hard as it is for the dew to remain on the grass. But it is better to live a single day with honor than to live to 120 and die in disgrace.

For more than 50 years, men and women around the world have reported sights in the sky that are strange to their experience and understanding. Inasmuch as many of these sights appeared to be solid objects having impressive performance, they have become known as Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) or, colloquially, flying saucers. Their positive identification is one of the major public scientific challenges of the era, with a significant number of these sights so far defying all reasonable efforts at classification.

It's never been true, not anywhere at any time, that the value of a soul, of a human spirit, is dependent on a number on a scale. We are unrepeatable beings of light and space and water who need these physical vehicles to get around. When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels. We don't want to EAT hot fudge sundaes as much as we want our lives to BE hot fudge sundaes. We want to come home to ourselves.