I sing what I sing true. Each night I sing it the way I feel that night.
Goodbye don't mean gone.
I heard someone say that all black people got rhythm. Bullshit.
The fact of the matter is, you don't give up what's natural. Anything I've fantasized about, I've done.
Sighted people, you gotta deal with them.
Music is the chalk to the blackboard of life. Without it everything is a blank slate