Take a Number
(Self Control)
Smiling faces, I have seen a few
Biting my back with words untrue…
Shot calling, big balling, what next
I am still surviving as you continue to test.
Say you’re hopping mad, how unfortunate;
My blood should be boiling now, but instead
I remain as cool as a cucumber… Holding up my head
You still taunt and agitate wanting to rumble,
I hope that is not all you have,
for I would hate to see you tumble.
Nor, have I desire to fumble;
I am trying to remain humble…
You see I have my eye on the prize
This should come to you as no surprise.
Still want a piece of me, then friend take a number…
(Sometimes a little self-restraint can go a long way, yes)
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