There never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable that there should be.
Life is love, heartache and strain, Yet the strength to overcome it all keeps me sane.
The more emotion I put in to it the harder I rock.
Some wish that I was gone, cause they know I'ma win.
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect. It's the principle of it.
Everything has a price. . . No matter if it's fortune, fame or your life. I understood later that it's all about paper, Everything has a fee in the land of the free.
It's the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust Some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote. That's what I consider real in this field of music, Instead of puttin' brain cells to work, they abuse it. Non-conceptual, non-exceptional, Everybody's either crime-related or sexual. For those who pose lyrical, but really ain't true, I feel: Their time's limited, hard rocks too.
When I worked in a medical practice, our practice provided the insurance. When I retired the next day to run for public office to run for Congress, I had to pay first dollar.
My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.
In this world the one thing supremely worth having is the opportunity to do well and worthily a piece of work of vital consequence to the welfare of mankind.
Man's usual routine is to work and to dream and work and dream.