Happiness Is Knowin' You've Done A Good

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

I Forgot To Remember To Forget.

Nine And Nine Makes Fourteen, Four And Four Makes Nine. The Clock Is Striking Thirteen, I Think I've Lost My Mind.

Whatever I Will Become Will Be What God Has Chosen For Me.

There's No Job Too Immense, When You Got Confidence.