I fight like a champion
Celebrate my victory with champagne
Awaited glory with my head held high
I’ve had my guards up, no surprise
I can see them coming from a mile
The type to creep up on you with a smile
Known as the creature with two faces
Attempts to blind you with their graces
But like rain drops your transparent
Crocodile tears and crooked smiles are apparent
I may have been stepped on once
Now I watch my feet each time I cross a dunce
A lesson in life is always provided
Reach your hand out and you’ll still be misguided
Until it happens again
And then I pray for you so called “wise men”
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