Perhaps I was addicted to the dark-side/somewhere inside my childhood, witness my heart die

I wonder why we take from our women/Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?/I think it's time to kill for our women/Time to heal our women, be real to our…

How could it be through the misery that came to pass/The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency/But you could run to me when you need me, I'…

You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly/You need to hit the door, search for a new guy/Cause I only got one night in town/Break out or be clown

We lived in a small house, and nobody argued in a whisper. We were exposed to [my parents'] violent outbursts against each other. That stuff sticks. (2004)

A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious…

Finally, she broke her silence and spelled it out to Dr. Burkley. Kneeling, John Kennedy's personal physician indicated her ghastly skirt with a trembling hand…