MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
The mushroom cloud will sting your eyes
It is time for you to decide
Whether to run or just to hide
Unlatch your mailbox by the street
T’was once a place you liked to go
Reduced to ashes and debris
On your street at night
Relishing your fright
Another package’s hit the box
It’s destined to spill out its guts
The street is laced with burning globs
O’ Smoldering dust clouds fall upon
The wreckage and devastation
White gases steam up amidst my fun
On your street at night
Relishing your fright
You squash burnt remnants ‘tween your toes
Try not to step on any bones
Turn around and crawl back to home
You slink back through your blown front door
Fall to your knees and cry alone
Pray for help from up above
My own bomb’s delight
Cherishing your plight
There will always be a sword
O’er your head…
I left on this note...it's only fitting to return on same.
May God have mercy on your soul....
It is time for you to decide
Whether to run or just to hide
Unlatch your mailbox by the street
T’was once a place you liked to go
Reduced to ashes and debris
On your street at night
Relishing your fright
Another package’s hit the box
It’s destined to spill out its guts
The street is laced with burning globs
O’ Smoldering dust clouds fall upon
The wreckage and devastation
White gases steam up amidst my fun
On your street at night
Relishing your fright
You squash burnt remnants ‘tween your toes
Try not to step on any bones
Turn around and crawl back to home
You slink back through your blown front door
Fall to your knees and cry alone
Pray for help from up above
My own bomb’s delight
Cherishing your plight
There will always be a sword
O’er your head…
I left on this note...it's only fitting to return on same.
May God have mercy on your soul....
