I don't understand how I get dragged into this debate, but I know one thing is true. That hypocritical lying ass pot has got some 'splainin to do!

Some of us are made of iron, oil and smoking steel. Others fly in V-formation, where the sun is most ideal. I'm built to shape the skyline but pain I can not feel. The epic pose shown by Miyagi is so strong it's unreal.

The boy who always cries me is never believed, If I'm at your door then you've mouths to feed, I might blow your house down if you are a pig, Or cheat my way to your stocks on Wall Street

I am the sound of secrets being shared. I'm too soft to be a shout, too loud to be silence. Spell me and the beginning is the end, the end is the beginning. Say me twice and you're saying me once. What am I?

Down you go, then up you fly, For just a moment, you touch the sky. What am I?