Getting knocked down sucks. that's why you gotta get back up and WIN!

                               KnockOut At The End

You just got knocked down you better get off that ass and fight
Alright you need to blow up like 10 sticks of dynOmite
Bare knuckle and there are no rules face to face with your enemy about to do violence
They wanna take you down just for thinking that they could don't you even fk around They wanna take you out burn you down to a pile of dust and walk away rhis day who's gonna be the one who wins the crown and have the final say? don't you wanna be the one? then strip away that fear and pull out the guns

Or get busted or get busted 
Or get busted "what if i lose"
Or get busted "what the hell am i gonna do"
Or get busted " i need to stand up strong"
Or get busted "even tho i am terrified"

Don't you even fkn crumble
You need a fighting heart even if it means suicide
Grab those balls and rumble
Good luck and stick and move and keep moving from side to side

(x2)Oh lord fill my heart with the strongest power
'Cause i must fight i just need to stand back up

Whoa Whoa Who oo Whoa WHOA WHOA
Whoa Whoa Who oo Whoa WHOA WHOA 

Now i know 
Why i must fight
It slipped away from me  "dumbass". (x4) "get up!"
Everything i have everyone i love that is something that is worth fighting for Everything i have everyone i love that is something that is worth fighting for

(x2)Dynamite that's what i am and i'm ready to ignite
To light that fire and burn it up until he looks like he's had enough 
Then i'm gonna blow him all to hell

(x4)Ok Mf here i come you better testify it's time to reap the wirlwind

You're done son you're done

KnockOut At The End

A Man
A Man is not a portrait — it is a shadow. A fragment of dignity walking through ruin, a voice that rises despite the silence around it. This poem was born from witnessing quiet strength, the kind that doesn’t declare itself, but endures. It is not about one man, but about the invisible burden many carry alone.

—Gabriel Ganiarov

A man
raises a lily
to the sky that promises

Your beauty that wounds
prevents you from looking away
does not yield to the shadow
nor to the power of smoke

A man
moans from the audible word
bringing in his hands your hair
in the diaspora
fighting his battle against
of the unruliness

Wings cover
to the scandal in the chest
to the dense air of the brain
that swirls all the kisses
in a single destiny

A man
who knows how to love
shouts his love to the wind
until you listen to him

A man who loves
changes in himself what harms
that which hurts
because he only wishes
to kiss his heaven permanently...

A man
who loves
breaks the silence of the snow
and brings from within
a single flower as the only way...

Un hombre
eleva un lirio
al cielo que promete

Tu belleza que hiere
impide mirar hacia otro lado
no cede a la sombra
ni a la potencia del humo

Un hombre
gime desde la palabra audible
trayendo en sus manos tu cabello
en la diàspora
librando su batalla en contra
de los desatinos

Las alas cubren
al escàndalo en el pecho
al aire denso del cerebro
que arremolina todos los besos
en  un solo destino

Un hombre
que sabe amar
grita su amor al viento
hasta que tù le escuches

Un hombre que ama
cambia en sì mismo  lo que daña
lo que hiere
porque solo desea
besar su cielo de forma permanente...

Un Hombre
que ama
rompe el silencio de la nieve
y trae desde adentro
a una sola flor como único camino…

Un homme
lève un lys
vers le ciel qui promet

Ta beauté qui blesse
t'empêche de regarder ailleurs
ne cède pas à l'ombre
ni au pouvoir de la fumée

Un homme
gémit de la parole audible
il porte dans ses mains tes cheveux
dans la diaspora
se battant contre
de l'impolitesse

La couverture des ailes
au scandale de la poitrine
à l'air dense du cerveau
qui fait tourbillonner tous les baisers
dans un seul destin

Un homme
qui sait aimer
crie son amour au vent
Jusqu'à ce que tu l'écoutes

Un homme qui aime
change en lui ce qui fait mal
ce qui fait mal
parce qu'il ne souhaite qu'une chose
embrasser définitivement son ciel...

L'homme
qui aime
brise le silence de la neige
et apporte de l'intérieur
à une seule fleur comme seul moyen...


Author: Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyright: 2013

A Man

my fault didnt know my role im the first one to go head first into danger
if you peel back all the layers
bet my soul gold let it burn like lasers
please stay away from me hater dont appreciate how you soft and you waver
yea im sure my balls have flavor
please get gone lets all keep it player

o

we did a good job put it there
even though we get along for the paper
on my own in my zone feelin rare
feel good think i might run for mayor
play ball whether minor or major
gon jump off baby sooner or later
til then im involved in the labor
patient when its all said and done

moonwalk through the day picking my fade
we wont stop less it red light
life moves on everyday ya know

ROLE

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un piano nocturne pour un dialogue de voix, de cordes, d'une basse et d'une trompette

KnockOut At The End

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