muhammad ali
Got golden hands.
Got golden gloves.
He’s a golden man
With a golden touch.
Not a thing
You easily see.
The blinding speed
Of Muhammad Ali.
Puts his golden hands
In his golden gloves.
Makes them land
Before push comes to shove.
Punch flies fast
Can't find no place to stay.
You're knocked into the past
Standing in today.
Buries your hopes
Under six feet of clay
Next to his name
On a bad, bad day.
He got golden feet.
Golden shoes.
Wasn’t born for defeat.
Never did lose.
Not a thing
You easily see.
He's the blinding speed
Of Muhammad Ali.
Puts his golden feet
In his golden shoes.
It’s faith you gotta leap
To swear you see them move.
Feet move fast,
Can't find no place to stay.
You’re lookin’ in the past.
They're dancin’ in today.
Buries your hopes
Under six feet of clay
Next to his name
On a bad, bad day.
Got golden thoughts
Golden words.
His mind can’t be bought.
His tongue is always heard.
Not a thing
You easily see.
He's the blinding speed
Of Muhammad Ali..
Puts his golden thoughts
In his golden words.
When his lightning’s wrought
His thunder is heard.
He’s a funny man
In a serious way.
He’s a poet man.
He pays and plays.
Buries your hopes
Under six feet of clay
Next to his name
On a bad, bad day.
Dances life’s ropes
Gives golden hopes.
Got moves that perspire.
Moves that inspire.
Heroic man.
Knows no land.
Ain’t his slight of hand
That floors you where you stand.
Not a thing
You easily see.
Blinding speed
Of Muhammad Ali.
He’s over here;
You’re a sucker.
No, he’s over here;
You’re outa luck sir.
Try an’ show him somethin’, oh, man.
You ain’t got nothin’; you’re on shiftin’ sand.
Buries your hopes
Under six feet of clay
Right next to his name
On a bad, bad day.
He’s standing pretty.
He’s looking fine.
He’s a planetary man
For all of planetary time.
Belongs to us all.
Belongs to none.
He’s a singularity.
He’s the one.
You can be buried
In the graveyard
Of the rope-a-dope,
You can be buried
In the pawnshop
Graveyard of hopes.
An’ you can be buried
When you’re sitting up straight,
Miles before you reach
Your death date.
But before you go
There’s one thing you should know
About the start of his “license- to-kill.”
It all began
With the slick of hand
And the theft of his bicycle.
Spent 30 years
Fighting to get things back
On a track that wasn’t always level.
Through it all
He stood tall
Whether fighting
A man or the devil.