And I... Started Off Dumb,

I Only Wrote One Song In Jail. But I'm Writing New Album - You're Going To Feel The Entire 11 Months Of What I Went Through On This Album. I'm Venting My Anger.

June 16, 1971, Mama Gave Birth To A Hell Rasing Heavenly Son.

The Eyes Of Mortal Men, Threaten You With Doom They Regret To See You, Set, But It Is Time, For The Moon

In My Death, People Will Understand What I Was Talking About.

I Put The Pistol By My Head, And Say A Prayer. I See Visions Of Me Dead, Lord Are You There?