Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, but I would slave to learn the way, to sink your ship of fools.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.