Facts Can Be Turned Into Art If

The Words Come. Usually, It's A Long Time Before They Come. And Then When They Start To Come, It Doesn't Take So Long For It To Be Finished. It Takes A Long Time To Begin. And Then It Sort Of Gets Finished.

There Is A Moment, A Chip In Time, When Leaving Home Is The Lesser Crime.

When I Began Making My Own Albums, The Songs Became Funkier. They Were More About The Streets.

I Just Said, You Know, This Is A Great Track But This Lyric, I Don't Believe It. It Sounds Like I'm Trying To Say Something, Instead Of It Naturally Coming Out Of Me, Like I Was Saying Something That I Already Knew. Anyway, I Can't Remember What It Was. And Either I Threw It All Out Or I Threw 90 Percent Of It Out, And Kept A Line Or Two. That's Happened A Couple Of Times To Me. Not Too Often, But A Couple Of Times. Very Aggravating When It Does Happen.

One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor.