POUNDING ON THAT ANVIL OF FATE
I Ain\'t got that Fred Astaire glide, but I push deadbeats aside, and hide not, fear none, live each day like they my last one. I Pound down, Thor style, hammerin at the anvil of fate, i aint Ali, ain\'t tryin\' to b great, but it\'s a mistake to look past me, I drop knowledge, just ask me.
In My mind\'s masterpiece, my Mona Lisa,it\'s a work in progress, I ain\'t ever done, I grew up listening to Sam Cooke and believe that change is gonna come. I Believed Diana and reached out to touch Someone. I Seek wisdom from the wise with unglazed eyes and I crave tomorrow\'s hand, dealt either crooked or straight, I\'m eager just to pound on the Anvil of Fate. It\'s a mistake to look past me, I\'m dropping knowledge just ask me, I hope my reflections unmask me
Bobby O So Good.