here he goes,
left jab
uppercut with his right,
underdog much of his life,
not complainig because it was rough
from his mother's death to the day his father left,
only mourned her for a bit because in his heart he knew he'd see her again,
when caught in a corner
he went nowhere,
chin up chest out,
with goal of routing
out the odds,
not even with a foot in his neck choking the life out of him,
he was a fighter,
never giving up,
mustering up every ounce to stay alive,
he did it for his mother,
he pushed back for father,
for his friends he defended them with honor,
but mainly he did for himself,
self-respect,
dignity and pride,
making a name for himself,
dude was in fights but he never threw a punch,
never pulled a gun,
he fought with his mind,
never had it easy,
if his life was a game it be on hard,
that was his strife,
his battle,
but he never back down from adversity,
never became bitter,
his ego never grew,
the only thing that enlarged was his heart,
he had everyone else in mind,
self sacrificing kinda guy,
which was why i was proud to call him my best friend.