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(The Boxer)

If I'd been born a street away, star ascending
I'd have been a fighter, a in the ring
And I salute the boxer if he or if he win
Not the cigar-ash, fat men
Who sit the ring.

I want in the bottle not brandy in the glass
and battered maybe but a fighter to the last
So I the boxer if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash fat men
Who sit the ring.

And I have watched the since I was just a kid
From struggle through the ghettos to their championship bids
And it ain't for the money that a guy gets cut and bruised
Or to the ringside fat men
And to them all amused.

No boxer started out rich and I hate when they
calling it blood money they talk of damage to the brain
But the poor do not want charity they want their pride
Better go down fighting than the back seat ride.

I'm gonna miss Muhammed he takes his final bow
May he go out with his high and ignore the screaming crowd,
Ignore the compliments of fat men who behind their hid
And keep the sense of pride he gave to every kid.