When I'm gone I hope they see, how dedicated a man can be, to stick it out through thick and thin, to never let the enemy win, to never walk away in shame, like the one who gave me my last name, a useless man with no real roots, a joke, a sham, an empty suit, the kind that couldn't stand the heat, who ran away in cold defeat, a man of substance that's what I'll be, no matter the outcome that will be me