He doesn’t know why he does it
he doesn’t know why he tries
but he shows up strong as they throw their money down
filling the air with their cries.
Like a rock he fills his corner
eyes focused on the game
dehumanize his opponent
as the crowd screams his name
“Hit him! Hit him! Do it again!”
a feeding frenzy of cheers
so he tapes his hands and he takes his place
as they shout and wave their beers.
Then bam! Here comes the money
and bang! Here comes the fame
the sweat and blood rain down like water
till the people love his name.
Black eye, cut lip, broken jaw
his gifts always the same
then he’ll sleep alone with an empty soul
while the people dream his name.