...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls

Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They Get In The Way.

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

It Ain't My Cup Of Meat.

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.