Winning the fight
When I was young and growing up I had no-one to lead
There were no real examples from the men who circled me
I clinched my fist and grit my teeth and got up when I fell
Was knocked back down again and was advised to heed the bell
Determined to win and refusing to quit I got back on my feet
And I threw a barrage of punches that made my opponent weak
At this time I felt fine as the blood rushed to my head
Without loosing a beat I shuffled my feet and knocked him out instead
There were no real examples from the men who circled me
I clinched my fist and grit my teeth and got up when I fell
Was knocked back down again and was advised to heed the bell
Determined to win and refusing to quit I got back on my feet
And I threw a barrage of punches that made my opponent weak
At this time I felt fine as the blood rushed to my head
Without loosing a beat I shuffled my feet and knocked him out instead
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