Mama tried to save us from the streets, but the streets were too strong.
I woke up one morning, went downstairs, said 'Good morning' to my mother and nearly scared both of us to death.'
Leave me alone. I'm fine.
I try to tell a story musically in a song.
No one could understand the bond between me and my brother. I struggled to understand the forces that drove his soul in one direction and mine in another.
There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.