The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars.
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But is there because he's a victim of the times. I wear the black for those who never read
We're all in this together if we're in it at all.
[My mother] made the money to send me.
Those that have lived longer than us always have something to teach us, that we can take with us for the rest of our lives.