Friday, September 4, 2009

Successful

Strive to be successful with blood, sweat, and tears
Leader of the flock, i have no fears
I'll make it to the top with all my might
I leave everything i have on the field, friday night
Touchdowns, tackles, i'll save the day
Im the preditor, i feast on prey
Gametime sends chills down my spine
Gametime speaches, help me unwind
Get the team ready, hear my chants
Captain of the team, i wear the pants
Helmet strapped, walking to the field, it's time to dance
Fans screaming, horns blowing, this is our chance
All the work we put in, it's time to shine
With the first play, everythings on the line
The feeling of excitement crawls my skin
I'll put you on your back, let the games begin
To be number one, it's all i strive for
Hits, hits, hits...i just want more
At the end of the game i realize what ive succeeded
All my life i've waited, just to be this

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