by Mc Cubz » Mar 2nd, '06, 00:44
Since I was young/ Well-respected in rugby//
Among ugly / was undetected then was ugly//
See I was takin places/ makin hatin faces//
Cubz makin paces/ while manz be tyin ma sholaces//
Men in suits be approachin/ all after da matches//
Stars in rugby boots makin missed passes//
I was causin mis-matches/ tries by the batches//
People came hurt/ like no eyes just patches//
Time elapsed an/ an better offers came//
Offer letters from Lancashire, G Manchester, Manchester with my name//
Began runnin round a field 6 laps//
Scallys shootin gats/ may as well have been 6 caps//
6 times a week/ weak so pull ups on the goal posts//
200 press upps/ cereal bran bowl an toast//
Then athletics incorporated into the trainin//
It was like a dead king reinstated so re-reignin//
Gainin even tho ma friends were champaignin//
Atainin fit jane/ smoking joints with cocaine-in//
Street-cred attainin/ from that life I was refrainin//
Sweet head in bed with lorraine/ still I was restraining//
Still I was remaining/ continued ta strain in ma trainin//
Blast through the pain of a sprain/ In my luky sweater in the fast lane//
1st 800 quick an well/ second to Jony by 30 meters//
Hittin the bell/ rekon they were worthy competers//
Defeators couldn