Power. Strength. Fear.
3 words I live by.
Once he snaps the ball.
He is a dead-man with a ball.
Nothing or nobody is gonna stop me.
250 plus pounds.
I’m a beast.
I’m unstoppable.
I’m a linebacker.
I’m not gonna tackle him.
I’m not gonna bring him down.
I envision myself runnin through him,
As if he wasn’t even there.
Brett who? Tom who? Peyton who?
They start the play,
I end the play.
I leave nothing behind.
Lights out.
3 words I live by.
Once he snaps the ball.
He is a dead-man with a ball.
Nothing or nobody is gonna stop me.
250 plus pounds.
I’m a beast.
I’m unstoppable.
I’m a linebacker.
I’m not gonna tackle him.
I’m not gonna bring him down.
I envision myself runnin through him,
As if he wasn’t even there.
Brett who? Tom who? Peyton who?
They start the play,
I end the play.
I leave nothing behind.
Lights out.
4 comments:
I talked too much...
...i just go SMASHED!
..tackled, *oomph!*
its over, i mustof been dreaming
Lights out.
nice. *high fives*!
i wouldnt expect something like this from you. its very good. almost haunting.
it's like, a whole other world of urs which....we havent seen before. cool!
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