You Blows Who You Is.

I Don't Get Involved In Politics. I Just Blow My Horn.

Making Money Ain't Nothing Exciting To Me. You Might Be Able To Buy A Little Better Booze Than The Wino On The Corner. But You Get Sick Just Like The Next Cat And When You Die You're Just As Graveyard Dead As He Is.

Love Is Talkative Passion.

If You Still Have To Ask, Shame On You

It Makes You Feel Good, Man, Makes You Forget All The Bad Things That Happen To A Negro. It Makes You Feel Wanted, And When You're With Another Tea Smoker, It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.