When Blackness Was A Virtue

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

The Tree Of Life Is Growing Where The Spirit Never Dies, And The Bright Light Of Salvation Shines In Dark And Empty Skies.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.