Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

I wish Adam had died with all ribs in his body

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men

I wanna talk to the black men in here, you know what I mean? Black men in here that are coming up in the hood, coming up in the struggle: We're killing each other, dawg. You feel me? You know? And it's about nothing, it's about nothing. Nothing.

One sin seldom mentioned is that of killing time.

If we became students of Malcolm X, we would not have young black men out there killing each other like they're killing each other now. We'd not have the drugs we have now, or the alcoholism.