As a child he watched, his heroes bask in glory,
Hoping that one day that would be his story.
All day and all night he worked himself to be the best,
Put his passion to the test.
Then one day he got a break,
A unknown fighter, against a flake.
With the dodge of a punch and the flick of the hand,
For the first time he was a winning man.
Notcied by a guy who looked like a bum,
Told he would train him, to be the one.
With the nod of a head and a shake of the hand,
Could there be a champion in this young man?
Blood, sweat and tears went hand in hand,
With new found titles, 'he's our man!'
He rose higher and higher on his winning streak,
But to the glitz and glamour he became weak.
Lost in the glory that was his own,
feeling high on top of his throne.
But into the scene came a new kid in town,
Who took him on, and brought him down.
Down and out he had lost his fame,
So he turned to a bottle with no name.
And in a drunken rage he let rip on the town,
Caused him a lock up in old downtown.
Finally out sober and sorry, he looked at himself, and did not know the man he saw, a crazy drunk who thought he was above the law?
So on that day he made a change, to go back to his roots and stay that way.
He was gonna fight his way back to the top,
Hard work and faith to keep him up.
So one day again the world would see, the champion he was meant to be.