Shadow, hard work
is the only way I'll
get to the heavyweight

championship. That's
why I'm the one
fighter in Philadelphia

doing roadwork on
Saturday night. I'm
the only one chasing

these chickens & doing
calisthenics in the gas-
light. I could be on

the town, a pretty lady
in my lap & my arm
around another. Instead,

I'm sparring with you
while other fighters
are out two- stepping.

Ring the bell, Mr. Might-
Be Negro Champion.
I got this dance.