Don't live to fight, fight to live.
I'm calling for dialogue. I'm gathering attention for dialogue which is what you do in a struggle for power.
I only wrote one song in jail. But I'm writing new album - you're going to feel the entire 11 months of what I went through on this album. I'm venting my anger.
We all gonna die, we bleed from similar veins.
And thats the way it was and thats the way the cookie crumbles
June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.