Peter Robert Hamilton - The Second-Coming of Mohammed Ali lyrics

The glorious morning The peaceful night Why anticipate for the paper view fights? These guys aren't Mohammed Ali unless they got better records than I see He would knock them out like one, two, three He wouldn't even have to have his eyes open But why won't theirs open? Oh now he marks his territory for the millionth time But sometimes you have to reiterate yourself again and again That's how he felt From the days of early youth to the day he could wear his own belt You can't surpa** him easily I'm still looking for a contender You can tell by the looks of the Bartender Waiting for the old tapes to render He shakes his head while he wipes off the dirty cups Wishing he could make up For his past mistakes On quitting boxing His grades were below the Mendoza line He rea**ured his Mama that he would be fine But little did he know this would set him back further than a state fine Reading between the lines and not over them He became one of the common crayons in the box But a little darker than what we hoped for And now he's got the memory of the Prison Guard knocking on his door Letting him know he can come out for recess But all he wanted was to be the best He hated the white walls so much he redefine the word detest He just ended up like the rest That at that moment, he wished the prison guard would shoot him dead Numerous attempts of trying to take his gun The consequences were the antonym of fun He had miles and miles to run Before they let him go easy But that whole time was far from it He just thought heavily while he heard the horrible sounds Why do I feel like I deserve to be worse off than the people laying underground? Will anyone bother to play a game of lost and found? Just like those kids in those cliché films? It was great relief to him when he was starting to think better thoughts But he knew he had a lot of ocean to cover It was the space time continuum for him The Enterprise had more to bargain for than the high prizes Seeing his own waters rise Not to any of his surprise He woke up franticly in the middle of the night Hyperventilating, panicking Knowing it wouldn't be alright The nightmares were wrapped around his mind so tight It felt like two anacondas gripping him stiffly He could escape All those transgressions he made Were coming back from the graveyards he once dreamed of in his wake Right from the lakes He couldn't even eat the smallest portions of Frosted Flakes Without breaking down like an old building It's thrilling for the mind But only for it to let it all out It wasn't easy to overcome But it took plenty of years of therapy to rewrite the story that he really wanted to tell Telling the world how hard he consistently fell No big deal, just a few scars and small quiet thoughts But nothing worth a horror plot It seemed like his worst days were behind him To take that literally would be logical A word many of his peers did not understand They were either locked up or already dead He overlooked the warnings of his teachers in school But he just became another victim of Mr. T I pity the fool, he chose to be an inept tool Not the dull ones you buy at a department store But the ones that need repairs and somehow make their way out With no improvement at all It can be pretty apparent why our proposed empires fall The pitfalls can engulf us extremely If we don't handle things supremely If I never had the guidance I received, where would I be? Not writing these rhymes Not telling you the times Regardless of my previous struggles, I think everything will be fine He went from prisoner to bartender, which may seem like it's crossing the line But knowing his past, the way he was doing time He was just thankful he had a job Now, who wouldn't? That's the question I want to see answered It's going to be crickets for a long time So I might as well stay here until I hear one Because there's no chain to be undone Nowhere left to run Let's rebuild the lives of those who had nothing to begin with Because if you were put into that place, I don't think you would handle it too much better than them Your life is amazing compared to them But it's not the cleanest gem There's still a few black holes here and there But you shouldn't mark out the reasons to care There's a lot more wisdom to be shared The rest is up in the air I don't expect anything from the world But I just expect better from people That's what encourages people to become teachers So you can do better than they ever could Instead of being caught in the middle of the hood Being dangerous, mental and misunderstood That's the worst way to be as a human being We're just looking to help Hoping to make an impact More so than a meteor if it wiped out Earth entirely But these kids do so when they decide to slash a cop's car tirely What's that under your shirt? A gun? Well, Momma isn't going to like this You should be thrown in jail but I'll bestow a probation And an immense amount of community service This isn't a play, so I won't rehearse this So tell your Momma like it is And change your life today Because with this type of activity going on, there won't be a Sun to look up to There won't be a freshly cooked meal by someone who deeply cares for you There won't be anyone who can take you to the Zoo On days and weeks repeat There won't be a fresh batch of wheat Sliced for you In the requirements that must meet Or the brand new sheets replaced weekly What life will I live if I continue to play with fire? Will I be unemployed and be stuck from hire? Because that's what happens when you play with fire You get burned Not from these verses Not from these lines But the way you go about your actions You're paying a permanent fine That won't ever wash away So choose the lighter side today Maybe people will overlook the bad choices you made today And go along with their days Like nothing happened, still entrenched in the back of their minds Seemingly impossible to find Going onto their morning grinds But nowhere close to what you'll be doing when you pay for your poor choice The game of chance isn't forgiving It will take you over and pay it's bidding Keeping the smokers from quitting The cheating players from winning The happy pill participants from grinning And the aspiring cookers from grilling But I know that's not the biggest culprit But as long as I know it I'm not going to bring it up again We've seen that printed before My central themes pop out galore Not giving the other side too much more Now I'm trying to experiment a little more And not be the broken tools in those department stores And trying to find what excites me more Than the same old drag That floats in a plastic bag I'm starting to loathe people who think I'm a couch gag I'm really not into shows like JAG They just don't resonate with me like they should Some things are triumphant and grab me more than what most things ever could And I reference them like I should I don't always follow the cla**ic formulas It's not like I never could, but I see it as I never should