Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
Cody Carson was in a ring. His body ached and his heart was pounding. He had been at this all day and it seemed to be working, he was covered in sweat and drew lines down his face and matted his hair to his head. “Cody you ok?” a man on the outside of a ring asked.
“I‘ll be fine.”
“You sure.”
“Shut up and get me another fucker.”
“Jeff, jump in there.” The man said to a guy about Cody’s size. He was eager to get into the ring. He moved forward and hook Cody’s hand.
“You ready Mister Carson.”
“Lick my sweaty ass.” Cody Said as the two tied up. Cody quickly landing several moves and with in seconds hand the kid in Ticket to heaven and he was tapping.
“Damn.” The voice from outside came. “New record.”
“He called me mister.” Cody replied laughing as he got to his feet.
“We done.”
“Why rod?” Cody asked hopping on his toes. “Afraid I’m gonna hurt all your boys.”
“We‘re done Cody.” Rod said as he moved to help Jeff out of the ring. “Go shower up.”
“Lick me.” Cody said as he walked by rod and got out of the ring. He walked toward the showers and opened the door. He walked into the locker room of the local gym that he had started to train at most recently. He grabbed his towel out of his gym bag and quickly opened a sealed black package. He looked around to make sure no one was watching or even in the room before removing its contents. He pulled out a needle and pulled the protective end cover off and quickly pushed the needle under the skin of his six pack. He tightened his muscles and pushed the liquid into his body. Quickly he pulled it out and put it away just in time for the boys to come walking in. Jeff was the first to talk.
“That was quick bro.” He said to Cody.
“That’s what I get paid to do.” Cody replied with a smirk. He slipped the case back into his bag and stood up. He quickly dropped his pants and wrapped the towel around himself.
“You think I could make it in the RWA?” Jeff Asked.
“No numb nuts.” Another guys said as he smacked him.
“Anyone can make it into the RWA, its being able to stay with it that makes you a star.” Cody replied. He moved toward the shower and smiled back at them. “I mean hell Donald Moore got in.”
They all laughed and Cody quickly got into the shower. The water started to beat his head and he could only smile.
Dos./
Cody Carson walked up the stairs to his home with duffle bag in hand. His body was getting bigger by the day and he was really starting to show on it. Cody slowly opened the door as the thunder rolls out over the houses. He looked back at the storm that had come up quickly. Cody smirked and quickly moved inside.
“Why didn‘t you tell me?” Carmen yelled as he walked into the house. She was beautiful standing in her nighty and staring at him.
“Tell you what?” Cody asked a little taken back that his wife would suddenly snap at him. He hadn’t lied to her about anything.
“Don‘t pull that I don‘t know shit on me.” She growled.
“What are you talking about hun?” Cody asked moving forward.
“You lied to me.” She snarled.
“How?” Cody asked.
“Its not heartburn.” She growled through he teeth.
“Oh.” Cody said with a frown.
She moved up and was quickly in his face. “Tell me the truth.”
“I… I have a whole in my heart.”
“I know that.” Carmen replied. “Matt found that out last night. How are you going to deal with it?”
“I can‘t tell you.”
“Well,” Carmen said matter-of-factly. “You can feel free to sleep on the couch until you can.”
She quickly stomped up the stairs. “Baby…”
“Couch.” she yelled down.
Cody dropped his bag and walked into the living room. He flopped down onto the couch on the coffee table there was a letter match Mr. Carson RWA head office. Cody looked at it and opened his eyes and sat up. He grabbed it and opened it and pulled out the letter.
“Dear Mr. Carson,” He started reading it aloud. “Hello Cody, This is head of Wrestling organizing. Blah Blah blah. Steroid Testing dew to the WWE situation. Ah Shit.” Cody said as he fell back onto the couch. He looked down at his duffel bag and covered his eyes. What next?
Loser -One that fails to win: the losers of the game or match. One who takes loss in a specified way: a graceful loser; a poor loser. One that fails consistently, especially a person with bad luck or poor skills One that is bad in quality: That guy is a real loser.
Idiot-A foolish or stupid person. A person of profound mental retardation having a mental age below three years and generally being unable to learn connected speech or guard against common dangers.
Well Well Well, Your could to tear a new hole in my ass, I’m a dumb ass, your gonna be a dog that bites my ass. ASS, ASS, ASS, ASS, ASS! There have we got that out of out system. There are so many more words for ass, lets give you a lesson on other words like anus. Oh look there is one, Butt. Oh look another one. Maybe I should just kick you in in the Gluteus Maximums. Oh look another ass word.
This really shows that you have the verbal capacity of a ninth grader who is trying to fit in with the big boys. You Mr. Moore are a baboon. To believe that it is impossible
Impossible?
Impossible is just a word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given. Than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an OPINION. Impossible is not a Declaration. IT"S A DARE ! Impossible is POTENIAL . Impossible is Tempory. IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING! YOU ARE NOTHING. I’ll make you a nothing. If you don’t want to face the music, that’s your own problem.
The slaughter will come soon…
Yes, it will be coming soon. Now you may say something like “Well he has been getting the upper hand on me week in and week out, its my turn now.” HA. Your turn? You have never gotten the upper hand on me. You will never beat me.
Oh my god, he is a ninth grader, he repeats himself to make himself sound more intelligent but it really make him look like an incompetent loser who has to repeat himself. Really brother, what the hell do you think repeating yourself does for you. It does nothing. How do you think you look in the eye of the public if you repeat everything you say, you say. It makes you look, look, like a fucking retard, retard.
Duh, I can’t speecha English.
“He doesn't think I deserve to be in the same ring as me.” WHAT!? What the hell are you talking about you stupid fuck. I wish you could learn how to speak without sounding like a complete fool. Did your parents send you to speech therapy? Oh wait that’s right you had to go to therapy about shooting your cousin.
How fucking retarded as a seven year old do you have to be to not know what a real gun is? Its heavier then a toy, its cold, hmm, lets see its wrapped up in cloth hidden away. Then you shot your cousin and lied about it. Think about it, and you have the nerve to bring up my past. You think that you are so much better then me? You think that you have the right to claim that you have seen more then me, and that you have advanced more then me.
I have seen more sit then you have ever seen kid, you don’t know the horrors of my past and unlike you, I don’t flaunt them around. I hide my past, I hide everything I have seen because not everyone in the world needs to know about it. I don’t need people feeling sorry for me. Is that what you are playing at?
Are you trying to make the people of the RWA start to feel sorry for you because you have lost so many people in your life, you where poor, you where a loser and the fact that you have no wrestling talent doesn’t make anyone feel sorry for you. You are worthless, just like all the other jobbers in the back.
Donald Moore, you are nothing. So I am done.
That’s it,
I’m done.
Donald, I would normally add a warning for you here, but really…
You don’t need to be warned.
You already know about me.
You know about my talent.
You know that you are hopeless.
You know that you can not win.
You also know that I am the Future of the RWA.
Sincerely yours
Cody Carson.