He compuesto un poema a la victoria:
¡Quién lo hubiera creído!
¡El doctor MacRae ha sonreído!
¡Es verdad!

No flowery road leads to glory. [Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

What you own is your own kingdomWhat you do is your own gloryWhat you love is your own powerWhat you live is your own story

I love blocking and I love being physical. I don't need touches to get glory.