When I Go Out There, I Have

When I Go Out There, I Have No Pity On My Brother. I Am Out There To Win.

I Want To Hit Him, Step Away And Watch Him Hurt. I Want His Heart.

His Mouth Made Him Feel Like He Was Gonna Win. Not His Hands, I Had My Hand. He Had His Lips.

Champions Aren't Made In The Ring, They Are Merely Recognized There.

I Got A Burlap Sack, Put A Brick In The Middle, And Filled It With Rags, Corncobs, Some Spanish Moss, And Sand. I Hung That Sack Off The Branch Of An Oak Tree. I'd Wrap My Hands With A Necktie Of My Daddy's And Punch At It. My Mom Gave Me An Hour A Day. My Brothers And Sisters Said, "nah." I Said, "you'll See."