Every city in the world always has a gang, a street gang, or the so-called outcasts.

I didn't know it was anger until they told me that it was, like with destruction and all that. But I believe everybody should have like a room where they can get rid of all their releases, where they can do their releases at. So my room is a stage.

The one that rambles for a million miles, yes, I walk down this road searching for your love.

If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain't me. Got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you. Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, I don't mind, I don't mind. If all the hippies cut off their hair, I don't care, I don't care. Did, 'cos I got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you.

I have to get involved in my own kind of way 'cause I always want to respect my own judgments. I have to respect my own time.

Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand

I've been imitated so well I've heard people copy my mistakes.