my hero?
muhammad ali.
can't you tell,
the way i was knocked down in round three?
could've been up at the count of five,
even jumped up to my feet,
but i'd rather make it a resurrection
not just a rise from defeat.
the ref made it to eight,
the crowds on the edge of their seats,
there's no way she'll get up this time,
one heart can't possibly have that many beats!
i hear the count reach nine,
she's runnin' outta time!
and that's when i say to myself -
baby, it's showtime.
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