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The Fighter
I ryhme and people love it. I beat people half to death and people love it. But as soon as I refuse to kill poor people half way across the world--they tried to silence me. They tried to strip me of my pride. The one and only thing that signified, "I was a champion."
I fight my greatest fights outside the ring. I fight for the brown, black, red, and yellow. I fight for the decent fellow. I can beat a white man half to death in the ring, but I'm not allowed to sit amongst them to break bread and drink wine.
People idolize me. Kids love me. I love me. You can't help but love me. After all, I am the greatest of all time. Yes, I am the greatest. I am! Just ask someone about me now a days and they'll tell you.
Big gorillas came for me. Big old ugly bears came for me. I fought in the ring, in the jungle, in thrillas, in the courthouse. I even fought a man who refused to say my name. I fought everywhere. I fought everywhere I could for the brown, black, red, and yellow.
I'm so pretty. I'm almost as pretty as my jab and right cross. I'm especially pretty when I'm dancing and prancing. I'm almost as pretty as my phantom punch. I'm as pretty as the brown, black, red and yellow. I'm so pretty.
It was like God himself was telling me what I had to do. After all, evil was winning. And the world needs balance. And thats what I'm good at--keeping the balance. I'm masterful at it. It wasn't for me. It was for the people that have been fighting throughout history. Those are the survivors--those are my champions.
I knew I'd be a champion before i was champion. I'd be the people's champion. I'd be the champion for the brown, black, red, and yellow. I'd be their champion even when I wasn't.
I'm a champion with or without the belt. The people told me I was champion. The Millionth Man told me I was champion. Muhammad told me I was champion. Society told me I was champion. Malcom told me I was champion. I fought for more then a belt---I fought for humanity.
