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.
You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.
As long as we persevere and endure, we can get anything we want.
That's what people respect, the fact that I wasn't a chump that laid on his back and gave up.
I just want to do what I do best, and that's fight. I love it.
God lets everything happen for a reason. It's all a learning process, and you have to go from one level to another.
If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me?
I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.
I know I'm going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.
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 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 know why they don't like me because they want the money I have.
Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.
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.
I love to hit people. I love to.