Floyd Mayweather
My pen strikes the page like a punch from Floyd Mayweather
I box my way through the storm and spar with my obstacles to stay better
Then me and my demons watch the replay together
My pen strikes the page like a punch from Floyd Mayweather
From people mocking him, to accomplishments, confidence, cockiness, was supposed to lose but I forgot to quit
There's no stopping him, he's got the win, bet on me, double your offerings, every obstacle I'm demolishing, I'm on your favourite boxers list
Was that too many rhymes for you to keep up with?
My pen punches like Mayweather, so it's enough for my obstacles to get beat up with
I run the ropes to get my whereabouts
I don't let fear in, so what is there for me to be scared about?
Spent my life alone, there's no one for me to receive hugs from
I know how to survive, so you won't last a round when I put my boxing gloves on
You try to run, but i chose to deal with my born scars
I'm repairing the body parts that were scarred and torn apart
Some of you don't know how to act, like **** stars
That's why I'll be ahead, but you won't be ready when the storm stars
My pen strikes the page like a punch from Floyd Mayweather
I box my way through the storm and spar with my obstacles to stay better
Then me and my demons watch the replay together
My pen strikes the page like a punch from Floyd Mayweather
Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2018
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