Men walking with one leg. Have carried us all to the slaughter. No justice. No peace. Not even the least respect. Jetting around trying to sound unique. Speaking with a forked tongue. My blood brother Native Indian won. You scalped him.. it is the truth. Now your movie plays no truth. It became a sport for you. Like all the things that you do. Shooting is no big deal. Now my brothers think it's real. To take another spill the precious blood of a brother. In the name of love. Of self. Of greed and wealth. One legged man. I kick your only one. So you fall on your own weapon. Didn't you know you shouldn't run with sharp objects. I always look at my mothers way. My father living bad today. It wasn't cause they didn't sweat and bleed. It wasn't they couldn't get past the greed. I can't say hate. I'll say I dislike. Those who start and run from a fight. They started and they claim they had enough. Not until I get my blows in. Here is one. I watch you stagger. What you doing, it feels the same. Here is another your down on your one knee. What I could do with thee. In this position and time I see. This is the time the Romans cheered. Put the thumb down. Plunge it here. But I hold back. You get my point. I ain't like you.