When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.

You better lava me now or lava me not.

Where's the church, who took the steeple, Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God's honest truth is, it's not that simple

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters, since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all, you've seen it all. Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam. In your belly, you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams, most of them dreams.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

Older and wiser voices can help you find the right path, if you are only willing to listen.

At 57, to have a No. 1 album, I wasn't expecting it.