That Mate Sees Me a Rival But the Feeling Is Not Mutual

People want to pull me downtown Lester Brown they wear sandals on their feet and my head wears a crown prizes in their wicked eyes a cricket wicket bouncing highs inside I’m a lion pride and they’re all pesky little flies they land they bite but I don’t die never will but still they try aiming all this hate at me competitors apparently beating me would make their day but I’m not bothered anyway some times they will celebrate they say that I have been beaten but I have no idea until one of them starts speaking what they deem a victory doesn’t feel like a defeat so I don’t even argue I just let them have their treat they are not my competition but I’m the one they seek they think if they pull me down they will not be so weak blind to the fact whatever happens they’ll be the same freak backwards people think this way they don’t stand from their seat hoping that somebody will fall down on the concrete so I’ll be the prize that they size up I’m an Olympic medal but I’ve heard of times they’ve mess up the chain’s off as they pedal making me the champion and them Olympic Special