To Some People Love Is Given, To

To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.

I Do Not Want No Pretty Woman. First Thing You Know, You Fall In Love With Her-then You Got To Kill Somebody About Her. She'll Make You So Jealous, You'll Bust!

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? Or Fester Like A Sore-- And Then Run? Does It Stink Like Rotten Meat? Or Crust And Sugar Over-- Like A Syrupy Sweet? Maybe It Just Sags Like A Heavy Load. Or Does It Explode?

Frosting Freedom Is Just Frosting On Somebody Else's Cake-- And So Must Be Till We Learn How To Bake.

Sometimes A Crumb Falls From The Tables Of Joy, Sometimes A Bone Is Flung. To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.