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-- Soccer Ball

I’m always getting kicked in the side/

My life is bound for a bouncy rough ride/

I don’t even get to decide/

What I do/

How I’m gonna roll/

But at least I know/

I’m heading for the goal/

Though many times I get whacked and smacked/

I do tend to be the center of attention/

Let me mention/

Whenever there’s tension/

Fighting, biting/

It’s all over what’s happenin’ to me/

Because and through me/

And no one gets ta boo me/

Still remember they shoe me/

Who am I?/

I am the B – A – L – L/

I’ll lay it flat out

I’m the ball – in case y’all can’t spell/

Every time somethin’ happens to me/

You hear the fans yell/

And stand up with glee

Anyways back to the game/

There is more to this song than just telling my name/

I bounce and pounce all over the green

Or in this case sand/

By the end of the game I’m covered with land

I’m used by the true soccer playa’s/

And before the game I can hear ‘em say their prayers/

Now let the rhymes go as the beat carries ya like caters/

ALLuminum