I Play Piano, By Ear.

Funk, Gospel, Blues Is All Out Of Slavery Times, Out Of Depression, Out Of Sorrow.

What Is Love But A Prelude To Sorrow...with Heartache Ahead For Your Goal.

This Is The World You Have Made Yourself, Now You Have To Live In It.

I Can Read And Arrange, But I Can't Write.

I Think The Rich Are Too Rich And The Poor Are Too Poor. I Don't Think The Black People Are Going To Rise At All; I Think Most Of Them Are Going To Die.