I don't really know, what the term is, I am.
A misinterpretation of a kid who writes slam.
What is that?
Heard he was a jock who had trouble fittin' in.
But the I am, that I am, is so much more,
than patches on a letterman, or a game,
and the final score.
No, I'm just a kid,
with a passion, and hunger.
a yearning to learn and a fan of slumber.
And maybe once for me, this slam thing will come to make more sense.
More than a rhyme, some time,
a simple citizen under Mike Pence.
A hoosier, what I am, middle class values.
Wanting to change the world and re-establish what people lose.
I've seen it all, done it all, the view from my cornfield,
seeing power abused, and the words that people yield.
But now, I am, the one stands up for change,
I realize it's time for the world to flip, and re-arrange.
Today, today is a new chance,
to make things last.
To make things a blast!
Today is the day, that I am,
wakes from rest.