People's lives are filled with vice and the trappings of it. Ambition, greed and selfishness all have to do with vice. Sooner or later, you have to see through it or you don't survive.

I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

The naked truth is still taboo.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.