I'm broke.. the crib's worthless, last month I quit workin,
been spendin all my time trainin for this one strict purpose..
I sit nervous, fists hurtin, my heart beats like a race horse,
the crowd starts screamin ready to see what they payed for..
Insane roars, ref opens the cage door, I hear my jam playin,
so I walk in.. glance faces, some cheer.. other fans hatin..
Stands shakin, I can't take it, I'm ready but my heart's sinkin,
as I look over at my opponent I just wanna start swingin..
Start bringin, the skills that I've learnt, buildin my work,
it's killin my nerves, so we touch gloves.. both grillin to hurt..
Willin to burn, for 5 rounds.. but a KO is what I'll aim at,
we trade paths, as I push forward on the blood stained mat..
He backs away fast, stays back, wonders what I'm plannin,
so I throw jabs like cannons, usin reach to my advantage..
Some landin but lack damage, he ducks for a take down,
my first mistake now, feels like gettin hit by a Greyhound..
Straight plowed, now I'm thinkin.. "submissions for what?",
cuz I'm not givin a fuck, so I defend til the first 5 minutes is up..
"Are you listenin bruh?", sweat pours as I ignore my trainers,
they can bore me later, I already know the score on paper..
But this war is greater, than just a one round beating,
I'm now steaming, wow, bleeding, n this isn't crowd pleasing..
The clown sees me, as I stand first.. round two's about to begin,
I welcome him in, I already know what they were tellin the kid..
"Don't let Ellison live!", so he tries takin me down a second time,
I won't let it ride, I counter with combinations to his head n side..
To shred his pride, followed up by a SPINNING BACK FIST,
it clips his glass chin, he hits the mat quick, ref jumps in n that's it..
Fans go nuts, then I wake up, nothing's what it seems,
meh.. fuck it.... everybody's gotta have a dream..........
*Goes back to sleep*