We were always able to sing and blend well together; that's our gift. But aside from that, we're really two different guys.

We're living in a certain time, and we're aware of it. And that's part of what we're aware of, along with our own personal aches and pains.

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we'll make peace with each other . . . No rush.

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.

We were always able to sing and blend well together; that's our gift. But aside from that, we're really two different guys.

I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.