A poem is a naked person.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.

Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.