You can survive a stroke but the high prices for medication can give you a heart attack.

He's 67 with heart problems, he may not last a year in prison.

Who steals a bugle-horn, a ring, a steed, Or such like worthless thing, has some discretion; 'Tis petty larceny: not such his deed Who robs us of our fame, our best possession.

I'm so black, I leave fingerprints on coal.

When you're offstage, that's the footprint. That's the man God's gonna judge.

I was born October 5, 1957, on the South Side of Chicago, in the Woodlawn area, a neighborhood that hasn't changed much in forty-five years. Our house was on 66th and Blackstone, but the city tore it down when the rats took over.