To me, chocolate was the sole reason we on this earth.
It's early yet. It's always early, while you still alive.
What is luck but something made to run out.
It's like that, I guess, when the past come to collect what you owe.
Ain't no glory made from being dependable.
Folks think a lifetime is a thing stretched out over years. It ain't. It can happen quick as a match in a dark room.