For A Man, Once You've Sired Your

We Are Like Boxers, One Never Knows How Much Longer One Has

Keep Your Eyes On The Horizon And Your Nose To The Wind.

Listen, Punk. To Me You're Nothin' But Dogshit, You Understand? And A Lot Of Things Can Happen To Dogshit. It Can Be Scraped Up With A Shovel Off The Ground. It Can Dry Up And Blow Away In The Wind. Or It Can Be Stepped On And Squashed. So Take My Advice And Be Careful Where The Dog Shits Ya!

When You Hang A Man, You Better Look At Him.

The Country Has Come A Long Way In Race Relations, But The Pendulum Swings So Far Back. Everyone Wants To Be So Sensitive.