I Don't Have To Talk About Whether

If You're A Black Man, They Really Call You Out And Have You Deal With Them.

America Wants Its Respect.

How Can I Be A Man If There Is No Role Model?

I Feel Close To Marvin Gaye, Vincent Van Gogh, Because Nobody Appreciated His Work Until He Was Dead. Now It's Worth Millions.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.