I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

Feel me now, picture my pain, embrace my words, make the world change.

It's time we stop worrying, and get angry you know? But not angry and pick up a gun, but angry and open our minds.

I worked hard all my life as far as this music business. I dreamed of the day when I could go to New York and feel comfortable and they could come out here and be comfortable.

I'm just as guilty for not doing anything as I am for doing things. Not with case (the 1994 sexual abuse conviction), but just my life. I was so scared of this responsibility that I was running away from it. But I see now that whether I show up for work or not, the evil forces are going to be at me. They're going to come 100 percent.

Went to church but don't understand it, they underhanded. God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous.