On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
Happiness is knowin' you've done a good job, whether it's professional or for another person.
Ah just act the way ah feel.
A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.
She touched my hand what a chill I got, her lips are like a volcano that's hot.
I’m so lucky to be in the position to give. It’s really a gift to give.