THE KID

THE KID

A Poem by alexAlexander
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THIS IS HIS CHANGE. HE'S ON HIS GRIN.

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THE KID

YOU RUN THIS TOWN BECAUSE YOU GET AROUND.

YOU’RE ALL HEART AND HERE TO STAY.

LIKE A WILDFIRE; SET A BLAZE, IT’S A WAR!

AND THE CLOCK IS TICKING FADE UP!

NO RULES ANYWAY, YOU RUN THIS TOWN.

SHOW TIME, AT THE DROP OF A DIME.

LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION; DESTINY GET IT.

CHAMPION OF WAR; YOU’RE A WARRIOR ON.

DISPLAY. THIS IS YOUR MOMENT; GO HARD 

FOREVER: VICTORY IS YOURS EMPIRE AIN’T

NO WAY AROUND IT. YOU’RE BORN FROM THE

FIRE, GAME TIME, NEVER STOP MOVING UP

A LEGEND IS BORN, BORN FOR THIS:

HAS NOW BECOME A WANTED MAN, AND NOW

THIS KID IS FEARLESS: ON THE EDGE LIKE A 

RENEGADE. ON A MISSION, ABOUT TO GET PAID.

CAN’T BE STOPPED! HAS BEEN COMMISSIONED TO KEEP.

FIGHTING, GROWING UP! ANOTHER DAY, CAN’T

EXPLAIN IT. DREAM BIG, BUILD YOUR EMPIRE

WALK THROUGH THE FIRE. CROWN HIM KING.

TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD; THE WORLD IS HIS

HE MADE THE DROP! HE’S A REVOLUTION UPROAR;

BRING THE FIRE, WAR HAS COME; HE’S THE LAST 

ONE STANDING; A MASTERPIECE, HE CAN TELL.

YOU ABOUT IT. SON OF A GUN, CAUSE HE’S DOING

IT. CHECK HIM OUT. YOU WANT SOME OF THIS.

NO TURNING BACK; SOUNDS OF VICTORY, IS HERE.

HE GO: BANG! BANG! BANG! CAN’T STOP HIM NOW.

THE ONE AND ONLY, READY TO GO! 

WELCOME TO THE GOOD LIFE.

IT’S HIS LIFE FOREVER, 

BOW DOWN! SACRIFICE AND NOW HE’S CALL

 THE SHOT CALLER WAS BORN TO BE GREAT;

NEVER GOING SLOW DOWN: SEIZE THE POWER.

MAN OF THE YEAR, BACK IT UP! GO FOR IT.

HE WAS ALWAYS READY FOR CHANGE.

GET HAPPY NOW. UP NEXT: 

BEST DAYS EVERY DAY, ENTER THE JUNGLE;

AND BRING THE PAIN.

Won't STOP! NEVER BACK DOWN. 

© 2025 alexAlexander


Author's Note

alexAlexander
THIS ONE'S FOR REAL.

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Added on April 21, 2025
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alexAlexander
alexAlexander

Marietta, GA



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