You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down you just stood there a grinin
Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?
Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected?
God got the power, man has got his vanity. Man gotta choose before God can set him free.
Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.
When I think of mystery, I don't think about myself. I think of the universe, like why does the moon rise when the sun falls? Caterpillars turn into butterflies? I really haven't remained a recluse.