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The boy who would be King
Born alone but a few things
Left to the wolfs only his end what fate would bring
shackled in a cell mind as well
Little did they know what he would be
one day the king is he
But king of nobility he cold never be
For he had much to conquer, his destiny
Taken by force, grit, and pain
One day we would all cheer his name
The masses would say
For he would conquer all in his way
His life, one of sorrows
till he met his master
Sir. Cus D’amato
“I shall show you the path”
He said to young mike
Together we will be more
More than hype
And so those years went by in those Cat skill mountains
the boy once afraid was now king of said mountain
The king of the game
in that juvi cell destined for hell stood now stood a man that would drag you There
form bell to bell
Uncommon among uncommon peoples
he had equal
His style ferocious
Defense impregnable yet so impeccable
This was no longer a boy
but a king with a swag oh so immeasurable
But soon there after the loss of a master, what a disaster
For his master young mike would cherish then and forever after
But Like every great king
Reign is never eternal
A new era had come
Young Mike was not the one?
For in the shadows came a worthy contender
Sir. Buster of Douglas
“I will be your Ender”
And so was the tale of Mike
The King of Queens berry
He would be now known as the king time could not bury.