Fighters are never who they appear to be

I'm a man. I lived it and I'm not afraid to die but when I die I'm going to paradise and I'm not worried.

Nothing is more humbling than getting your ass kicked.

It's unnatural to fight somebody who has nothing against you and never did anything to you or to your family, who never stole anything from you. And now you've got to go and try to dismantle this guy.

Everybody's got plans... until they get hit.

I intend to fight and I want to win. But my priorities are basically to be a good Brother and a strong one, and to try to be a good father one day.

This white woman came up to me, and I'm thinking, WOW. When I was a kid, she would have been robbed and raped and left for dead. This is a real strange scenario, and I just wanted to cry. I'm like, "Who am I? Where's my heritage?