My Hands, My Feet, I

Without A Song, Each Day Would Be A Century.

The Lord Doesn't Like Us To Be Dead. Be Alive. Sometimes I Dance To The Glory Of The Lord, Because He Said So.

Baby, Black Promoters Oppressed Me Before White Promoters Ever Got Hold Of Me. Don't Talk Skin To Me.

Gospel Music Rhythms Are Not African In Origin, Although I Know That's What The Jazz Experts Say.

A Great Influence In My Life Was The Sanctified Or Holiness Churches...everybody In There Sang And They Clapped And Stomped Heir Feet And Sang With Their Whole Body... Their Music Was So Strong And Expressive, It Used To Bring Tears To My Eyes.