Children make you want to start life over.
I can love freedom and the flesh and blood of my people moreso than I do the money.
It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
I am so mean I've handcuffed lightnin' and thrown thunder in jail.
Who's gonna dare to be great?
I'm gonna have to be killed before I lose, and I ain't going to die easy.