Cross Country
I was never one
To think running was fun
But then Jimmy B
Introduced himself to me
And then I was walking
And talking with McLaughlin
When he said that we were gonna run the course that day
Now on the way I felt like I was gonna pass away
Until I saw Coach Volpe
He was running towards me
When he told me all that I could be
To never give up
Cause those things in life that matter the most
Never come as an easy lay-up
My legs were on fire
But I was filled with the desire
To always aspire
To be the best I could be
In this here cross country community
So when all you little people be coming around
Trying to push me to the ground
Just know that you ain’t never gonna be able to close a gap like me
Or have a rap like me
Cause I’m the only one who can spit this fire
While you all look on with desire
And try to aspire
To be like this here piece of live wire
But to be real
And maybe make some of you get the feels
These past four years
With all the blood, sweat, and tears,
I would not trade for the world
Even if the perfect life was handed to me all curled
up in a box
But let’s not be sad
We can only rejoice in the awesome times we had
So here’s to new frontiers
Where we can become engineers
Or financiers
Or become whomever we want to be
But I would just like to say
That on this very day
I know that I would never be…me
If I had never met…Jimmy B
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