The Underdog
Black kid with malice as my main
enemy
Spending time wondering:
How in the hell did this get into me?
With tendency to be rude
Extending my attitude
Pretending I'm mending
after plenty hours of mixing booze.
The bruise, is just a product of my
heartbeat.
Welcome to my life. Call it God of
War 3.
The game has changed,
It's range and pain,
My name is Train,
So the bastards kind of have to start
me!
But I hold on to the words that I
heard
given mean that my dream is
essentially absurd.
But I'm, motivated with passion, I
love words.
Though I heard I'd be lucky just to
see the suburbs.
But giving the verses as I live,
Living the curses as I give,
reason for believing in what I can
do with nouns and adjectives.
See, I never quit through the last
word.
I try with constantly as the adverb,
and push myself until I pass the last
verse.
The underdog will smile last
so go ahead and laugh first...
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