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(The Boxer)

If I'd been born a street away, another star
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 water in the bottle not brandy in the
Bruised and 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 their struggle through the ghettos to their bids
And it ain't just for the money that a guy cut and bruised
Or to please the fat men
And to keep all amused.

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

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