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!
