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(The Boxer)

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

I want water in the bottle not in the glass
Bruised and battered but a fighter to the last
So I salute the if he lose or if he win
Not the splashed fat men
Who sit the ring.

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

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

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