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

I've always found drugs and alcohol somewhat pedestrian. It's like, I don't need an external agent to open my mind. I'm here, conscious, alert, present. Why would I alter that?

Today there are two Madonnas, our lady of Fatima over here and that woman from Michigan.

What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.

I got quarters in my loafers trying to fight inflation when it only used to take a cent.

Only time will tell if it was time well-spent

The ocean has always been a salve to my soul.