Dis be my rifle. What it is, Mama! Dere are many likes it, but dis one be MINE. My rifle be my best homey. It be my life. What it is, Mama! ah' must masta' it as ah' must masta' my life. What it is, Mama! My rifle widout me be useless. Widout mah' rifle, ah' am useless. ah' must fire mah' rifle true. What it is, Mama! ah' must shoot straighta' dan mah' enemy who be tryin' t'kill me. What it is, Mama! ah' must shoot him befo'e he shoots me. What it is, Mama! ah' will...