June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To

Things Change That's The Way It Is.

If I Was White I Would Have Been Like John Wayne... I Feel Like A Tragic Hero In A Shakespeare Play

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.

I Am Not A Perfectionist, But Still I Seek Perfection. I Am Not A Great Romantic, But Yet I Yearn 4 Affection

Ever Since I Was An Itty Bitty Kitty, Been Drinking Liquor Out Of Mama's Titty.