I Never Wanted To Be

Other Arms Reach Out To Me, Other Eyes Smile Tenderly, Still In Peaceful Dreams I See, The Road Leads Back To You.

I'd Like To Think That When I Sing A Song, I Can Let You Know All About The Heartbreak, Struggle, Lies And Kicks In The Ass I've Gotten Over The Years For Being Black And Everything Else, Without Actually Saying A Word About It.

When I Was Going Blind, I Didn't Turn To God. It Didn't Seem To Me Then - And It Doesn't Seem To Me Now - That Those Items Were His Concern. Early On, I Figured I Better Begin To Learn How To Count On Myself, Instead Of Counting On Supernatural Forces.

Dreams, If They're Any Good, Are Always A Little Bit Crazy.

I Just Want To Make My Mark, Leave Something Musically Good Behind.