On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.

After a hard day of basic training, you could eat a rattlesnake.

Animals don't hate, and we're supposed to be better than them.

I wouldn't call girls a hobby. It's a pastime.

When we kiss my heart's on fire, burning with a strange desire. And I know that every time I kiss you, that your heart's on fire, too.

I miss my singing career very much.

If you let your head get too big, it'll break your neck.