“I went to jail at 16 for stealing tires off Cadillacs. When I got out I said, Never again.”

I kept my babies fed. I could have dumped them, but I didn’t. I decided that whatever trip I was on, they were going with me. You’re looking at a real daddy.

I never learned to read or write music. Never wanted to fool with scales. That was boring, forced. The music I heard was free – flowing.

I’ll come to you with gifts of knowledge, wisdom and truth.

In my day, we didn’t have the cocaine, so we went out and knocked somebody over the head and took the money. But today, all this cocaine and crack, it doesn’t give kids a chance.

Disco deserved a better name, a beautiful name because it was a beautiful art form. It made the consumer beautiful. The consumer was the star.

Most families had four, five brothers. But because it was just me and Darryl, we had to be twice as strong.

All I had was the will and the love for music. I couldn’t read music or write it. No connections, no car, no money, no bankroll, no clothes, no nothing.

People are always looking for me to be a freak, weird.

The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.

I don’t know if it’s my music, my lyrics, my sound and knowing the music business the way I do – all I can say is, my career has lasted way longer than I expected.

I woke up when I was 14 and went to speak to my mother and scared us both to death.

When a man’s making love, the last thing he thinks about is war.

I’m very happy with this new record. It’s dealing with different aspects of love-it’s me making a statement about people doing something with their lives. It is about caring for others.

If you were a young kid, 19, 20 years old who has two children and a third one on the way and refuses to leave them.

There’s people making babies to my music. That’s nice.

When I saw corruption, I was forced to find truth on my own. I couldn’t swallow the hypocrisy.

I tried to charm the pants off Bob Dylan, but everyone will be disappointed to learn that I was unsuccessful. I got close – a couple of fast feels in the front seat of a Cadillac.

Every soul deserves a shot at a Cadillac, but not everyone should be guaranteed a Cadillac.

The label of liberalism is hardly a sentence to public ignominy: otherwise Bruce Springsteen would still be rehabilitating used Cadillacs in Asbury Park and Jane Fonda, for all we know, would be just another overweight housewife.