Yeah I was poor, dirt poor, I was born poor. My father worked in the sewers, then came the...

Mr. Freedom:

Yeah I was poor, dirt poor, I was born poor. My father worked in the sewers, then came the depression-they closed down the sewers. No more school. All I had to wear was one suit, nothing but patches-but clean! We ate meat once a year. My palm beach was Hell's Kitchen. I've been working since I was seven years old-there's nothing I didn't do. I washed clothes, I shined shoes, I picked cotton. I was a boxer, a dishwasher, a striker and a strike breaker. Yeah! I worked on the railroad, sang the blues, played the piano. I was an engineer, an efficiency expert, a male nurse and an informer-I was everything. Yeah! You're right. It's rough, and it's tough where I come from. But if you've got what it takes, we'll take what you'e got and then some! What do you need? A Pencil? Paper? Screwdriver? A piano? You've got it. You want two pianos? Here you are, two pianos. Now goddamnit lets hear some music! If it's good, great, sky's the limit. If you can't play, beat it, who's next? What'daya say?