Last night I had a dream, When I got to Africa, I had one hell of a rumble. I had to beat Tarzan’s behind first, For claiming to be King of the Jungle. For this fight, I’ve wrestled with alligators, I’ve tustled with a whale. I done handcuffed lightning And put thunder in jail. You know I’m bad. I have murdered a rock, I’ve injured a stone, and hospitalized a brick. I’m so bad, I make medicine sick. I’m so fast, man, I can run through a hurricane and not get wet. When this audition (George Foreman) meets me, He’ll pay his debt. I can drown the drink of water, and kill a dead tree. Wait till you see Muhammad Ali.
Just a classical musician trying to make sense of it all...always taking one step in front of the other...busy creating the life for myself that I dream about