I feel so good singing songs that I sang with my father.

I'm just singing what I feel in my heart.

I'm singing these songs to inspire you, to keep you going, to lift you up and give you a reason to get up in the morning

I have to pinch myself sometimes. It's unbelievable, but it's not. Because I know that this would not be happening if it hadn't been for Dr. Martin Luther King.

My uncle was 16, in junior high, and he heard me singing and snatched me off the stage. I thought he was happy and was going to pat me on the head and say I was good. But he took me home and told my grandmother this youngin' was at school singing the blues.

We enjoyed the fact that we were called to the folk festivals and we got to know Joan Baez, Dylan. We were singing strictly gospel, but then after we started hearing songs that they would sing, we saw that those songs were very fitting for us because they were singing the truth, and truth is gospel.

I started writing letters home to my mother, saying that I wanted to come home, grandma won't let me sing.