The Birdman a Salute To Iron Mike Tyson

outside his window they hover over through gallows of granduer to endure great wisdom comes from above given to him through temples of fire long lines alone Tyson was used to providing learn to take each new day in perspective never let them leave you second guessing I must clearly confess The birdman was a dreamer a no it all talker falling apart at the seams a closet king in a world so very mean destined for soaring heights tonight in flight there was a lesson to be learned the birdman goes for a watch chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines look deep within my friend columns of piers we shed a single tear for all to draw ever nearer