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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.
I know I’m going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.
Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn’t have a cent.
I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
I’m a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.