I can't talk about my singing; I'm inside it. How can you describe something you're inside of?

At least we know we tend to be afraid. If you object to my plural noun, I'll retract it.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.

You are what you settle for.

I read, I painted, I didn't hate niggers.

I'm just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?

I'm not really thinking much... Just sort of, trying to feel.