this goes to the song Remember The Name by Fort Minor
i see him working every day
doing all that he can
and in every single way
he gets screwed over agan
and no one ever notices
he just puts up with it yo
and admiration is set down
deep down in my throat
he never asks us for help
he never cries out in pain
he does his work and he comes back
in a full circle again
it's the same thing every day
its always cloudy or rain
its just to bad that we can't learn
to do our own thang
who the hell is he anyway?
he never speaks a damn word
i can't tell if he's shy or if he just hates the world
but i know that he's doing
the things we all try...the same
to get out of our hovels and move on up in the game
I've seen him at work...
its insane what he does
he's got the skills that we wish for
plus
he's got the effort and wits
of someone ready to kill
The coaches push him so hard
i see his face in my mind
all his features are mixed up
sweat dripping down from his brow
he's almost ready to burst
his legs are trembling so bad
but he just bites his tounge
and does whatever he can
now i'm quoting a song
it suits him so perfectly yo
so pay attention to this
his life is down in a rhyme.
it's
10% luck, 20% skill, 15 % concentration power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain and 100% reason to remember my name.
Poetry by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-09-12 at 02:32
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Remember The Name
remember the name...i see him working every day
doing all that he can
and in every single way
he gets screwed over agan
and no one ever notices
he just puts up with it yo
and admiration is set down
deep down in my throat
he never asks us for help
he never cries out in pain
he does his work and he comes back
in a full circle again
it's the same thing every day
its always cloudy or rain
its just to bad that we can't learn
to do our own thang
who the hell is he anyway?
he never speaks a damn word
i can't tell if he's shy or if he just hates the world
but i know that he's doing
the things we all try...the same
to get out of our hovels and move on up in the game
I've seen him at work...
its insane what he does
he's got the skills that we wish for
plus
he's got the effort and wits
of someone ready to kill
The coaches push him so hard
i see his face in my mind
all his features are mixed up
sweat dripping down from his brow
he's almost ready to burst
his legs are trembling so bad
but he just bites his tounge
and does whatever he can
now i'm quoting a song
it suits him so perfectly yo
so pay attention to this
his life is down in a rhyme.
it's
10% luck, 20% skill, 15 % concentration power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain and 100% reason to remember my name.
Poetry by Painful Profits
Read 691 times
Written on 2006-09-12 at 02:32
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