The Underdog

Black kid with malice as my main enemy Spending time wondering: How in the hell did this get into me? With tendency to be rude Extending my attitude Pretending I'm mending after plenty hours of mixing booze. The bruise, is just a product of my heartbeat. Welcome to my life. Call it God of War 3. The game has changed, It's range and pain, My name is Train, So the bastards kind of have to start me! But I hold on to the words that I heard given mean that my dream is essentially absurd. But I'm, motivated with passion, I love words. Though I heard I'd be lucky just to see the suburbs. But giving the verses as I live, Living the curses as I give, reason for believing in what I can do with nouns and adjectives. See, I never quit through the last word. I try with constantly as the adverb, and push myself until I pass the last verse. The underdog will smile last so go ahead and laugh first...