An innocent child that was forced to war
Addicted to it, always wanting more
Pushed to fight others, weak or strong
He didn’t care if it was right or wrong
He lusted for pain, lusted for a good fight
Jump anyone in the middle of the night
Fought for the thrill not for the money
His face beaten in, but still was cunning
Blistered lips, no girl would dare to kiss
In his mind, he knew something was amiss
But still he fought, just for the wrong reason
Turning his heart from pure gold to crimson
Some people are way to selfish
Sour and bitter like horse radish
Need to make a fine adjustment
Before it becomes burnt pavement
Older now, he’s turning into more of a man
His popularity grows, he’s got tons of fans
His moms calls him, ‘where’d my baby go’
“Baby’s gone, sorry I’m late for my show”
‘There’s no need to fight, stop the madness”
“I have to leave, its something I can’t miss”
Leaving the nest, flying out on his own
Every night she’s up calling your cell phone
A voice message, “Sorry I’m out right now”
“Leave your number, I’ll call back, chow”
Its one in the morning, got your mother crying
Whatever you got selling, she’s not buying
Your thirst for blood is a bad path to follow
It cripples your mind, and your body’s hollow
You already got your mother, who’s next
It was for her first, now its blank checks
Some people are way to selfish
Sour and bitter like horse radish
Need to make a fine adjustment
Before it becomes burnt pavement
In the ring, wearing the belt of champions
Every opponents odds are slim to none
Put on the gloves, let the fight finally start
Gonna break loose once again, tear him apart
Ding! Ding! goes the bell, bringing all hell
Jab, Hook, Uppercut, his face bloody and pail
Slam him into the ring, put him in a choke hold
Try to make him tap, or knock him out cold
Round by round the fight starts escalating
Enough blood to make your own painting
Ding! Ding! Ding! Your hand raised high
But still at home your mother wonders why?
What happened to her precious little boy
Living for nothing but gold, his soul a void
He wanted more but forgot about the people
Had the right idea, but turned into pure evil
Some people are way to selfish
Sour and bitter like horse radish
Need to make a fine adjustment
Before it becomes burnt pavement
The Midwest Arsonist

