I Know Death Follows Me, But I

I Don't Understand How People Can Stand Next To You One Year,and Next Year, They Cannot. They're Going Crazy, Screaming. They Can't Take It That You're There. But Last Year I Was In The Same Club,walking Around,lonely Like A Motherfucker. Couldn't Get A Date Or A Dance. I Was Too Skinny, Too Something, And Now, "he's Just Adorable. He's Just, Oh!

We Are Being Wiped Off The Face Of This Earth At An Extremely Alarming Rate And Even More Alarming Is The Fact That We Are Not Fighting Back

I Got Love For My Brother But We Can Never Go Nowhere Unless We Share With Each Other.

The Thing That Bothers Me Is That It Seems Like All The Sensitive Stuff I Write Just Goes Unnoticed . . . The Media Doesn't Get Who I Am At All. Or Maybe They Just Can't Accept It. It Doesn't Fit Into Those Negative Stories They Like To Write. I'm The Kind Of Guy Who Is Moved By A Song Like Don Mclean's "vincent," That One About Van Gogh. The Lyric On That Song Is So Touching. That's How I Want To Make My Songs Feel. Take "dear Mama" - I Aimed That One Straight For My Homies' Heartstrings.

You Never Stop Loving Someone. You Just Learn To Live Without Them.