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.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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