I Don't Know If I Believe In

I Used To Do Crazy Things That People Would Bail Me Out Of, And I'm Just Grateful That I Survived. But The Music Got Very Lost; I Didn't Know Where I Was Going, And I Didn't Really Care. I Was More Into Just Having A Good Time, And I Think It Showed.

I Sought My Father In The World Of The Black Musician, Because It Contained Wisdom, Experience, Sadness And Loneliness. I Was Not Ever Interested In The Music Of Boys. From My Youngest Years, I Was Interested In The Music Of Men.

The First Guitar I Ever Had Was A Gut-string Spanish Guitar, And I Couldn't Really Get The Hang Of It. I Was Only 13, And I Talked My Grandparents Into Buying It For Me. I Tried And Tried And Tried, But Got Nowhere With It.

Given The Choice Between Accomplishing Something And Just Lying Around, I'd Rather Lie Around. No Contest.

I Feel A Real Need To Observe A Level Of Propriety In What I'm Handing Out. Instead Of Me Just Venting Or Spilling My Guts, I've Got To Consider How It's Going To Affect People. How It's Going To Affect Me, As Well. Because It's Like A Cycle.