The power is all in the music / It’s yours if you can use it right.

The heat comes down / On Brooklyn town / I should take it easy but I’m working like a dog.

This is the story of a love affair, of passion and despair, with that lazy crazy place.

I have traveled through many ports for you.

This heretofore life was so pathetic / From now on just call me peripatetic.

Five o’clock in the morning / I’m awake, lucid and clear / My mind is sharp, my imagination is fresh / My vantage point is premier.

So get out of my way, I ain’t stoppin’ / while I go out ZZ Toppin’.

Atonement’s over it’s Saturday night, the hard heavy day is over

I search my ways and examine them / On the long hard way back

Seeking some sort of spiritual explanation or answer to a very changed world.

Well riding these buses is like riding a surfboard / Don’t hold on tight and you’ll get thrown overboard

It’s the end of the season / But it’s time for a new beginning.

Fads and trends have come and gone / But I kept at it season after season.

The sounds at the fall of night / Made us feel all right / We were dancing in the moonlight / Like spirits in the night.

Can’t get enough / Of what everybody needs / Without you baby / I got, I got the blues

I’ve seen the city turn people into animals / I’ve seen those animals run over and left in the street.

Oh soul in exile / They who don’t know you, find you easy to hate / But they who know you cry with you / And lament your fate

Your gun is like your girlfriend / Your gun is like your wife / If you treat it like you love it / It might someday save your life

Abolitionism Ismism / Pre-Emptivism Disasterism

When you’re sick in bed / And your temperature’s high / You do so much thinkin’ / And you don’t even try