I was the only one in my family to be musically inclined, and my mother loved that. It encouraged my grand aunt to find me a music teacher, because it was quite obvious music was in me.
Is word, sound, and powa dat break down de barriers of oppression an drive away transgression an rule equality.
I travel the garden of music, thru inspiration. It's a large, very large garden, seen?
It's not the one-half that's never been told; it's the three-quarters.
To have the truth in your possession you can be found guilty, sentenced to death.
Every year, I hear about Thanksgiving. Who do one give thanks to? ... And who is giving thanks? What are they giving thanks for? For lots of poverty that's on the earth and lots of war that is a-rumoring all over the earth? For lots of people who die daily and the crime that multiply?
