TALE OF THE UNDERDOG
“Do you give the horse its strength
or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make it leap like a locust,
striking terror with its proud snorting?
It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength,
and charges into the fray.
It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing;
it does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver rattles against its side,
along with the flashing spear and lance.
In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground;
it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
At the blast of the trumpet it snorts, ‘Aha!’
It catches the scent of battle from afar,
the shout of commanders and the battle cry.
Life is ahead of you, and you run at it.
Many stories have been written about the underdog, and they will keep coming. The stories of events never dreamt possible are dreams no more………. They are realities. I dream in color Jay z says, ahhhaaaa beautiful.
Niggas always asking me the key
‘Til you own your own you can’t be free
‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me
How we still slaves in 2016?
Key to life, keep a bag comin’
Every night another bag comin’
I ain’t been asleep since ’96
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
I been speedin’ through life with no safety belt
One on one with the corner, with no safety help
I perform like Josh Norman, I ain’t normal, nigga
Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga
That Wraith talk, that’s foreign, nigga
Special cloth talk here
All my niggas from the mud damn near
All my niggas millionares
We gon’ take it there, I swear
You gon’ think a nigga’s psychic
You ain’t seen nothin’ like this
I should probably copyright this
I promise they ain’t gonna like this
“MAKE THEIR IMPOSSIBLE, YOUR POSSIBLE”