I was not given the abilities to succeed.

American Football was not part of the plan.

Little did I know it was all that I would need.

Until I witnessed it first hand.

I was not strong,

Nor was I fast.

I was not picked first,

But I was not dead last.

All I have to use,

Is what I was given.

I don't have the tools,

Yet I leave them quiverin'!

I won't be able to break your bone

I don't fight a battle I can't win

I will just use all that I own

The Devil's Handbook knows your sin.

I will use it against you

Whenever I please

I have a plan to use a coup

To force you to your knees!

Yes, I may not tear you down

I may not make you sore

When I tackle you to the ground

But I can twist your mind, more and MORE!

Fucking poetry

Isn't my forte

So fuck what you see

And fuck what you say!

YA-HA!