Rookie

I'm the rookie of the century, doing something new for your eyes to behold. Whether I'm locked up in a cage or outside looking at the rain. Am I really something to stare upon? You answer that and please keep it to yourself. While I set the stage, my enemies crumble, imagine once I start turning up the heat! I'm like Doc Gooden in his first Major League season. Fresher than febreze, I'm never sweating. What a lie but all the guys branded me as the lion of the group. What can I say, it was unexpected for me to be so phenomenal or am I just a natural-born-pitcher? Maybe it's my three-point shots that's got everyone in a haze. I can't tell what the coaches think about me or my attitude. High School's a drag but one thing's for sure: I'm the pride of my school. They call me the Viper because you never know when I'ma strike gold. I can never stop writing, it's just who I am. Whether they call me the Viper, a Beast, a Monster, or just by my real name, I'm sure as Heaven keeping my head high.