Eyes lie if you ever look into them for the character of the person.
Are you happy when you stick a needle in your vein?
Sneaking out the back door to hand out with those hoodlum friends of mine.
I'm glad I'm blind and can't see it.
It could have been worse. I could have been born black.
Now some folks say that we should be glad for what we have. Tell me, would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land?