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i used to be the little boy people would push around get knocked down no help up no teammates they call themselves stars yet we never won a game im tired of bein the boy time to grow up i workout i run' i try hard i am an elite i wont back down instead i will hit hard tackle hard and run even harder i will make the team i will do better no time to give up i will show that i am worthy for those of oyu that dont belive me well when im out there and working hard im the one out on that feild or mat your the one in the stands spectaing watching so sit the fuck down watch and take notes then you will see i dont lie i speak the truth i am an atlete
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