Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

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

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.