Pain comes like the weather, but joy is a choice.
Don't compromise your heart for something crass.
It’s hard to kiss the lips at night that chew your ass out all day long...
Time to go inward, man, I hope I have the nerve, to take inventory of the causes that I serve.
He speaks four letter language because his mind is small. His voice is like venom, I don't like him at all.
Every now and then I'll get seduced by the idea of money, and I'll take a stab at that...and I fall flat on my ass. I've never written a lasting song with that mindset. It doesn't work.