She said a good day ain't got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

The more I get to thinking, the less I tend to laugh.

My voice is my improvisational instrument, the melody instrument. The guitar is harmonic structure. I'm not a good enough guitarist to improvise on it.

I have my books and my poetry to protect me

The death penalty is reserved for people who do not

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.