Open fields. Wind in my hair. Palm trees, ocean breeze. I strike a match off the seat of my saddle. I run my horse through the coco fields. Chased by chopper in the air with machine guns weighing down that mighty force. I lope into the barn like a wild man. You can't tame lions and men. It's impossible. When we are ready to run you just let us. I brush down my horse as the bodies hang two stalls down from my back room deal gone wrong . Have you ever seen a gun rigged in the door?