I step into the ring
To knock you out with words
That “floats like a butterfly
Stings like a bee”
Cause I fight with my fist like
Mr “Rumble young man rumble”
Muhammad Ali
And you are going to fall
Against the rope
In every beat from A    to    Z
Cause this uppercut screams
V i c t o r y!

Oh in you and me
In every heart
There’s a fist full of poetry


So let it go for a round
While the crowd roars for more
I can hear its going down
So you better start
Counting to ten
Grab your pen
And fill it with dance moves
Faster than the shadow of MJ
With rhythm build by blood, sweet and tears
"Then blame it on" the Boxing
Cause I got your heart
Knocked out...

(Right???)
©
/K