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Prize Fighter Son
- I was 19.. lean.. mean..hard and rare as a prehistoric rock
- and functional like a futuristic clock..
- It’s time..You my punchy friend are fossilized carborator
- with the outside squeaky clean
- harboring failure in life but success in your dreams.
- A fassad of a fighter ..a cartoonish boss..
- that stole my sketchy queen.
- Youze a blunt and he’s a fucking lighter..
- he could smoke you with one flicker.
- You’d be best described as an obscene nigger..
- the opponent of my dreams! Perfect for a special on PPTV.
- They can see it now..lights bright and full of gleam.
- I can see through your brows angled down towards me.
- You think your gods gift to the ring..
- but your the boxing games jester... or a fuckin fling..
- You won’t last 6 minutes goofing off with me.
- Ya clown don’t you know I’m the king of Ko’Ing rounds
- of all the frowned fighters in town. So bow down.
- So...Bow down to the fighter that’s greater than you.
- Bow down to the fighter that’s braver than you.
- Bow down to the fighter that’s staring at you...
- giving you this chance not to embarrass your crew.
- This won’t take but a few minutes to conclude..
- Promoters will get paid.. and so will you.
- alrighty guys can we get a a shot real quick. awww.. that’s beautiful I like that flexing that’s nice... Photgrapher Voice
- Look you got one chance for this title.. You can’t mess it up. I see you staring at this photo glaring ..yo what’s up. you ok nigga.. where’s your head at shit. Trainer Voice
- (Bell Rings)
- ..alright let’s do this...
- Round one ...It's the beginning of the story of the prize fighters son.
- Oh yeah ..on the other side of this game is the fact..a little babys on the way.
- She’s 9 months tonite... I swing and duck a right.. He dodges sways left
- it’s a raid knuckle to the chest.. it ain’t right.
- Ref calls foul ..clocks ticking..
- audience is out there seats wild..
- betting money is to put it mild..
- Ding Back in the ring..
- I can hear her screams..echoing...
- in labor ...straining.. complaining ..had to be restrained...
- she’s a banger tiger giving birth to the same.
- There’s no one to shame.. gotta fight tonite to defend the rank.
- He charges at me eyes down brows crooked with a frown..
- hes now cornered me.. Whack... I got the ground..
- I can drown the sound of the crowd so loud..
- there screaming.. some proud.. waving there flags all around.
- I lose consciousness.. a baby gains it all the same..
- Screaming into this world.. but without pain..
- I can’t feel my head my arms.. my brain slowly turns a stray..
- I convulse.. ref barks numbers out.. my pulse shuts down.. I’m flatlined..
- Baby cries.. my girl sighs relief.. in disbelief at this miracle received through conception and a practice of fertility medicine..
- had a few duds miscarried like a postal van..
- Now They feel my wrist and my cold dead hand
- and... they shake there head fights over...
- the crowd all stands. snapping pics of a corpse face down on the mat.
- It’s a sick sight but it’s fact..
- this baby’s gonna grow up without his Dad.
- A prince without a King in demand and command.
- But when it’s all said and done....
- It’s common tale of victorious prevail and show.
- One mans death gets one man available..
- for photos and press articles ..
- there obsessed with the destroyer who killed the King..
- As his widow puts her baby in his play ring..
- it stings. she’s alone and starts to read the front page...
- ring covered in blood and Praise for a killer whose got a pass to rage.
- It’s utterly insane...She loved this man..he was the one..
- he fought for his family.. he battled for a cause..
- What’s said is done.. that little baby boy will grow to have fun..
- live.. learn.. enjoy the love...
- all because he happens to be the prize fighters son.
- I said it once I’ll say it again..
- he’ll always be the spawn of a champ
- who belonged to a sport thats known to man..
- as boxing.. but known to the angels as recruiting the falling...
- it’s a beautiful thing.. tragic yet true.. Angels in the clouds.. looking over you..
- Your blessed to be born..to be alive..and believe in the one...
- Angelic advice delivered in the dreams of the prize fighters son.
- Get up.
- Get up
- Get up
- Get up
- Background Chorus (Listen to Soundcloud Link)
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