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My Skateboard


My skateboard takes me where I want to go 

wether rain sleet hail or snow

its understood perfectly by me 

but others don't seem to see 

my culture my life understood by few 

skateboarders we are judged by you 

tell us go away 

when all we want to do is stay 

we will never go away 

we will persist until the end of the day

the things it's taught me, the lessons I learn 

are all a result of the passion that burns like an urn

Get back up no matter what 

learned more skateboarding than golf and stuff

never give up is all I know 

now back up and watch me go 

no feeling greater than landing the trick

after hours of trying the footage looks sick

greateSt feeling in the world 

better than being in love with a girl

 

 

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