So what do I write today?
Stir up the Lions den
No that becomes boring
Release of some memory storing
I grew up in a rough neighborhood
It is still that way today
But no longer is it one on one
Drive by shootings guns
Even the bravest soldier knows fear
I know the day it came across me clear
In the neighborhood lived a boxer
Ex-middleweight champ of the world no shocker
So all us kids we went to the gym
So I remember the day I was scared
One round with the champ for five dollars
I lasted three it was Golden gloves for me
Semifinals I had no fear I was just a kid
I looked over at this dude he just smiled
He had scars, broken nose, laughing eyes
He frankly told me in the ring with him wasn't wise
I was scared--scared to death, wanted to run
And in this corner at six foot three was me
I looked down at the Sailor as he measured me
I am not a coward I went through with the fight
I messed him up a little hit with my right
Early on my left hand was broken
I knew he was aware not a word spoken
I was beat up somewhat demoralized
What frightened me the most the hate in his eyes
I have never been in the ring again
You see for me even surviving the fight was a win
I praise those soldier over there defending me
And I know even they know fear just like me