I Found This Out Over The Years,

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

It Was Messed Up, Because In 1947 My Family Moved To Seattle And I Had To Get Up At 5:00 O'clock In The Morning To Catch The Ferry Back To Bremerton Every Morning Because I Was Boys Club President.

The Only Music I Don't Like Is Bad Music.

When You're Over The Hill, That's When You Pick Up Speed.

I Go To The Favelas In Brazil. It's The Same In The South Side Of Chicago. It's The Same, Or Just More Violent. We're Trying To Get Them To Stop Selling Dope. You See Kids With Ak-47s, And Nine-year-olds With Nine Millimeters. You Know, They Don't Play. They Make Us Look Like Nuns.