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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