I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
If you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble.
The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?