When You've Got Nothing, You've

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.

Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail Steal A Lot And They Make You King.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.

God Got The Power, Man Has Got His Vanity. Man Gotta Choose Before God Can Set Him Free.