On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
I was an only child, and Mother was always right with me all my life. I used to get very angry at her when I was growing up-it's a natural thing.
The child needs a helping hand or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day.
When I was a child I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I have ever dreamed has come true a thousand times.