Born To Skate
People say,"He shouldn't skate,
he's killing himself!"
My reply is don't hate
I can handle myself.
Double vision, broken elbow
won't stop me.
Removing my board is like a punch in the face,
it'll drop me.
I was born to skate, my board was born with me,
throwin tre flips straight out my mother's womb.
I've come to find I'm not scared of death.
Board, why should I be scared of you?
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