I'm a fighter by trade
though the money I've made
it could fit in the palm of my hand
i've sparred with the best
and i'm only a test
for the big fight they kept with the champ
And my ears stay swollen
and my nose has been broken more times than i care to remember
to my fists i give thanks
cuz i've climbed the ranks
and i get my shot come september.

I've been training for months
the champ thinks i'm a punk
and he said that he'll walk right through me
the match it won't last
I'll lay flat on my back
I won't see the third round he assured me
But he don't know I've been ready to go
Got more heart than a rich man can pay for
Though it's taken me nightly
my right hand is mighty
it's the night I've fought my whole life for....



-The Fighter by The Crumb Sullivans