The Next Round Poem by lee bredeson

gotta make it to the next round, hit the ground running, up on stage ready to let out the words that are locked in a cage express my rage. Writting every word on this page. rappin' about what happen between me and her why did it have to occur. now i got the mic in my hand i dont care if you like my band will make a stand and wont lend a helping hand if you need it. go ahead take me on and feed my anger man complete stranger, yet going for the same game to win. life is a living sin and we all no this.
gotta make it to the next round.