Every Brain Is Civilized, Every

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

Now, Each Of Us Has His Own Special Gift And You Know This Was Meant To Be True. And If You Don't Underestimate Me I Won't Underestimate You.

Well, My Daddy, He Didn't Leave Me Much, You Know He Was A Very Simple Man, But What He Did Tell Me Was This, He Did Say, Son, He Said, He Say, You Know It's Possible To Become So Defiled In This World That Your Own Father And Mother Will Abandon You And If That Happens, God Will Always Believe In Your Ability To Mend Your Ways.

One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong.

Death To Me Means Nothing As Long As I Can Die Fast.