I Don't Know Anything About

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

You Only Pass Through This Life Once, You Don't Come Back For An Encore.

I'll Never Make It, It Will Never Happen, Because They're Never Going To Hear Me 'cause They're Screaming All The Time.

I've Come Too Far, And I Don't Know How To Get Back.

To Judge A Man By His Weakest Link Or Deed Is Like Judging The Power Of The Ocean By One Wave.