As a little kid I remember
I fought at home one time
in Newark
When I was young
And mad people from my school came to see me,
and I fought a kid from Philly,
and he beat me in front of everybody
I was lost
I guess my love for boxing made me keep going
As I took them losses
I felt like people was actually out there working harder than me
The drive to want to be great
Actually came into me, I guess
Sometimes I be doubting myself
I be like, what if don't do it
What if I go somewhere and I lose but...
when that time comes,
when I start to walk to the ring
I remember all my people back home are watching me
and what I am doing this for
I guess I love the moment.
I get nervous but I shine.
My alter ego tells me, man, you can do anything.
You are already proved that you can do more
than what people expect from you
being that you're from Newark.
