Zach+Cattoi

Soccer

Soccer

by Courtney Sycowski

[|Soccer] is the game My life

Soccer gives my [|fame] it gives my life

Soccer is what make me live soccer is what makes me give

soccer is the start of it all soccer is way better then the mall

Let us go then, you and I, When the morning dew on the grass lifts to the sky And the sideline paint has long since dried; Let us go, through cones and weave in flags, The beautiful and reckless clatter, Of long spent nights during tournaments in hotels And playing indoor soccer while the coaches yell: Locker rooms that follow like a tedious argument Of inspirational intent To lead you to an overwhelming question… Oh, do not ask, “Can I Do It?” Let us go and make our home cap visit. And indeed there will be time For the fans to celebrate in the red-stained street Taking in all the stomping, causing excitement; There will be time, there will be time To autograph and take pictures of all the people you meet There will be time to relax and focus And time for hard-work and effort to come alive That may bring up a question in the locker room; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a few mental errors And for a hundred fans to cheer and keep cheering, Before the whistle blows at the ninety And indeed there will be time To ponder, “Do I dare?” and “Do I dare?” Take this sweet shot or pass over there, With some second thoughts in mind you decide to share- ( They will exclaim: “She should have shot it!”) My red, white and blue jersey hung, sweat flowing down my chin My good luck necklace piercing in, my guards down low on my shins ( They will exclaim: “If only she would have gone for it!”) Do I dare Disturb the opponent's defense? With fouls there is time For hacking and colliding in which added time will reverse And would it have been worth it, after all, After the work, effort, and heart Among the elite athletes of the world, among the players like you and me Would it have been worth while To have lifted and ran the two-mile To have put my life within the lattice-working of a spherical ball To dribble it toward some seemingly inevitable doom, To say: “I am Wambach, from the National Team, I will tell you all what you can do to be the best, I will tell you all” – And when a player unlaces their cleats by their shed, Should say: “That is not what I meant to do at all; That is not the play, at all.” No! I am not Mia Hamm, nor was I meant to be; I am an average player, one that will do Or end up a water girl, serving a cup or two, Sideline coach an AYSO team: pretend like I have many tools, Dedicated, trying to go by the basic rules, Passionate, perfectionist, conspicuous; Know some great cheers, still don't make a fuss; At times, indeed, I slip and cuss- Almost, at times, the Fool. I want it back… I want it back… I will work harder than ever to get back on track. Shall I start with conditioning? Do I dare bring a watch? I shall start with a [|plyometrics], and build up to my quick-touch. I have known others who stared later, yet not by much. I do not think they will be as good as me. I have seen them scrimmaging on the grassy green tops, Connecting, converting, communicating, and cutting Even with the slick turf and the [|FIFA]cleats faded black I have lingered on the solid steel bar too long to be seen By coaches and scouters that come by to recruit, and leave with a frown Until my potential wakes us, and we find a way to progress, we sit down.
 * The Sacred Soccer Poem by** **Kat Benton**

SONGS Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem. [|Subliminal] thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough. The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners. Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.

//[Chorus - NateDogg]// Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this stuff till my bone collapse. Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out I'ma rip this stuff till my bone [|collapse].

//[Verse #2:]// Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when your real and you spit and people are feeling your stuff. This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it cause you may never get it again. So while you’re in it try to get as much stuff as you can and when your run is over just admit when its at its end. Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this stuff that gets in. I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in. It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the stuff does not offend me. That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me. Even though half you people got a problem with me. You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

//[Chorus - NateDogg]//

//[Verse #3:]// Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart what is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart. And its absurd how people hang on every word. I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first. Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse. That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers. But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers. So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them The track is on some battling raps who want some static Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest.

//[Chorus - NateDogg]//

//[Outro:]// //[Eminem & Natedogg Echo:]// Until the roof The roof comes off Until my legs give out from underneath me

//[Eminem:]// I will not fall, I will stand tall, Feels like no one could beat me.

//__**HEART OF A CHAMPION by NELLY**__//

[Nelly] C'mon, uhh, uhh, uhh Guess who's back 'urr derrty, S-T-L derby I'm like Magic to Kareem, mayne you tell me I ain't Worthy I ain't speakin 'bout a jersey, I'm speakin 'bout income DID YOU HEAR THAT ELIZABETH? HERE COME THE BIG ONE! I put mo' money in the community than you got in yo' budget I wipe my ass with yo' advance to the toilet then flush it My last stand be a stand of a General Custer I hot dog cause I can, I got the cheese and mustard I got the stats of a hall of famer - in just two records That's why I'm back up at the Superbowl - with Julius Peppers I got that cain't stop, won't stop, in my veins That's why they cain't stop, won't stop, screamin the name NELLY! NELLY! Go tell a friend to tell a friend I'ma keep the same grin whether I, lose or win Up, or down ten, I'ma fight to the end [breathing hard] Let's go

[Chorus: L.U.V.E.] Ain't no way they can stop me now Nelly Cause I'm on my way, I can feel my reign comin It's the blood of a champion, pumpin Deep inside my veins, too much pride to be runnin I'ma give what I can and more, even if My blood, my sweat, and my tears don't mean nothin It's the heart of a champion (it's the heart of me) (It's the heart of a..) in me

[Nelly] I'm the first pick, the first round, signin bonus profound Playin for his hometown, reppin for the home ground And gettin bucked like Michael Redd, tell 'em again I gets bucked like Michael Redd, heard what I said? The[| MV-P] of the game, intensity still the same I'm shootin out from my reign, with Peyton Manning type aim Can't stop me from scorin so they results to just hackin So there's, three of us now - me, A.I. and Shaq and From the look to the eyes I say Cover man with more heart than Hallmark on Valentine's Day I'm the one that you've been Raven about, like Ray Lewis I think it hard to go and change your route Cause you don't know if I'm blitzin or if I'm sittin and readin Waitin for you to go and trip, drop back and throw up a pick, man AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - no AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - no AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - no, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - no

[Chorus]

[Nelly] It's like a game time decision made on how I can twurk it If hard work pays off then easy work is worthless My work habit ain't no habit man, I do it on purpose I push myself to the [|limit] so my talent'll surface So now it's, curtains and drapes, on anybody who hates Dislikin what I'm recitin, bitin what I've been writin I've been dogfightin, scratchin and clawin on every hike Tryin to make you remember me like you "Remember the Titans" Cause I'm a WARR-IOR, my daddy was a soldier A Vietnam veteran, derrty I thought I told ya I'm supposed ta, whip up your town in Testarossas Heatin like Folgers mayne, I'm young black and rich As good as it gets, and givin your point guard fits They give the same pressure but man he ain't sayin, shhhhh... AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - No, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - No AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - No, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - No