Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
He’s a bloody preacher, for Christ’s sake. He’s a preacher, all right? You know, his job is to… is to, uh… To tell you the truth, I don’t… I don’t know exactly what his job is, but I know it’s not walking around, just casting judgement.
Sometimes doing what’s right for you and just you, no cause, no religion, no man, it ain’t selfish at all. Sometimes it’s just righteous.
When you hear the battle cry, I want y’all to race forward and try real hard not to get your p**ises shot off.
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This guy. He screwed us. Carlos. We lost everything ’cause of him. Took two years to track him down. Now I have. Now I found him. All that’s left to do is go over there and get him, tie him to a table, cut his freakin’ balls off, and over and over, stab him in the face with a screwdriver.