Don't Be A Hard Rock When You

I Believe God Will Make A Way.

Now The Skies Could Fall Not Even If My Boss Should Call The World It Seems So Very Small 'cause Nothing Even Matters At All

And Deep In My Heart. The Answer, It Was In Me. And I Made Up My Mind. To Define My Own Destiny

When You're Young And Everything Dramatic Is Exciting, You Start To Believe That Hype That, In Order To Be An Artist, You Have To Suffer. I've Graduated From That School.

Every Time That God Navigates My Ship, There's Nothing Cerebral Going On. There's Very Little Thought. It's Almost As If I Have The Directions. Every Time I Try To Do It Myself, I'm Conjuring Up My Own Concoction And Trying.