It's as if I were collaborating with myself revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.
It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is only God can judge us.
The only time I have problems is when I sleep.
In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
