Other Arms Reach Out To Me, Other

I'm Not Into The Money Thing. You Can Only Sleep In One Bed At A Time. You Can Only Eat One Meal At A Time, Or Be In One Car At A Time. So I Don't Have To Have Millions Of Dollars To Be Happy. All I Need Are Clothes On My Back, A Decent Meal, And A Little Loving When I Feel Like It. That's The Bottom Line.

Crying's Always Been A Way For Me To Get Things Out Which Are Buried Deep, Deep Down. When I Sing, I Often Cry. Crying Is Feeling, And Feeling Is Being Human.

I Used To Sing Like Nat King Cole. I Mean He Was The Guy When I Was Comin' Up, And You Know, Man, People Used To Say Of Me, "damn, He Sure Do Sound Like Nat King Cole." But There Was A Day, And Luckily For Me It Was Early, When I Woke Up And Asked Myself, "well, When Are The Ask Me To Sing Because I Sound Like Me?" So My Advice Is, Never Do Anything That You Don't Like.

I'd Like To Think That When I Sing A Song, I Can Let You Know All About The Heartbreak, Struggle, Lies And Kicks In The Ass I've Gotten Over The Years For Being Black And Everything Else, Without Actually Saying A Word About It.

I Don't Know What Would Have Happened To Me If I Hadn't Been Able To Hear.