There Is No Color Line In Art.

O, Let My Land Be A Land Where Liberty Is Crowned With No False Patriotic Wreath, But Opportunity Is Real, And Life Is Free, Equality Is In The Air We Breathe.

Gather Quickly Out Of Darkness All The Songs You Know And Throw Them At The Sun Before They Melt Like Snow.

Life Is A System Of Half-truths And Lies, Opportunistic, Convenient Evasion.

Believing Everything She Read In The Daily News, (no In-between To Choose) She Thought That Only One Side Won, Not That Both Might Lose.

I Asked You, Baby, If You Understood- You Told Me That You Didn't, But You Thought You Would.