If You Want The Old Me, Go

How Could I Be Out There And Not Do Anything?

Only He Without Sin Can Tell Me If My Means Justify My Ends.

I Would Run Into The Corner Store, The Bodega, And Just Grab A Paper Bag Or Buy Juice - Anything Just To Get A Paper Bag. And I'd Write The Words On The Paper Bag And Stuff These Ideas In My Pocket Until I Got Back. Then I Would Transfer Them Into The Notebook.

What People Do In Their Own Homes Is Their Business, And You Can Choose To Love Whoever You Love. That's Their Business. It's No Different Than Discriminating Against Blacks. It's Discrimination, Plain And Simple.

You Know The Type: Loud As A Motorbike But Wouldn't Bust A Grape In A Fruit Fight.