Come on boys, you must listen unto me, lay off the whiskey and let that cocaine be.

Burn my Flag and I will shoot you........but I'll shoot you with a lot of love, like a good American

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

I love to go to the studio and stay there 10 or 12 hours a day. I love it. What is it? I don't know. It's life.

Creative people have to be fed from the divine source. I have to get fed. I had to get filled up in order to pour out.

Because you're mine, I walk the line.

When I was arrested I was dressed in black