Don't Ever Think I Fell For You,

Lay My Head On The Railroad Line. Train Come Along; Pacify My Mind.

All Important Things Are Hard.

A Man Ain't Nothing But A Man. But A Son? Well, Now, That's Somebody.

I Know What Every Colored Woman In This Country Is Doing... Dying. Just Like Me. But The Difference Is They Dying Like A Stump. Me, I’m Going Down Like One Of Those Redwoods. I Sure Did Live In This World.

I Know There's Some Poetry That Sort Of Sounds Like Daisies, But Most Of The Good Poetry Is Also [political], You Can Feel The Heartbeat; It's About Some Situation That Concerns Human Beings Under Duress. It's Suggesting A Solution, Or Just Acknowledging That [the Situation] Exists. Art Does That.