Spoon the sauce over the ice cream. It will harden. This is what you have been working for.
“When I'm rhyming it's all in my head... Like the slaves, when they were picking cotton, they would block out their minds. They would sing.”
“I once had a dream and this one familiar god, who was probably one of my master teachers, said, 'You should not worry about being on the charts. That's not important.'”