For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.

Music, not sex, got me aroused.

Crime is increasing, trigger happy policing. Panic is spreading, God knows where we're heading.

I don't make records for pleasure. I did when I was a younger artist, but I don't today. I record so that I can feed people what they need, what they feel. Hopefully, I record so that I can help someone overcome a bad time

Are thing really gettin' better like the newspaper said/What else is new my friend, besides what I read/Can't find no work, can't find no job my friend/Money is tighter than it's ever been/Say man, I just don't understand/What's going on across this land

I'm hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.

And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong