I did my time for the rape. I paid my money to Las Vegas. I paid my dues.
I'm a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.
Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn't have a cent.
As long as we persevere and endure, we can get anything we want.
I just want to do what I do best, and that's fight. I love it.
You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.
I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.
God lets everything happen for a reason. It's all a learning process, and you have to go from one level to another.
That's what people respect, the fact that I wasn't a chump that laid on his back and gave up.
If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me?
Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.
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.
When Jesus comes back, these crazy, greedy, capitalistic men are gonna kill him again.
I know I'm going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.
I know why they don't like me because they want the money I have.
I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children.
I feel bad about my outlook, how I feel about people and society, and that I'll never be part of society the way I should.
I love to hit people. I love to.
I can inspire people on how to use money, how to get economically powerful.
I'm in trouble because I'm normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don't like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself.