He was a motocross racer, fearless, reckless
His competition ate his dust for breakfast
Everybody who knew him, called him
the best there’d been,
he always worked like crazy to win
By:J.N.R Dutton
He was a motocross racer, fearless, reckless
His competition ate his dust for breakfast
Everybody who knew him, called him
the best there’d been,
he always worked like crazy to win
By:J.N.R Dutton
After years & years of struggling,
the fruit of his labors are rolling in
Everybody he knows, is cheering him,
saying, “man, you finally made it big”
He says “yeah that’s true” with a huge Texas grin
Sometimes, people ask him:
“what’s it like being
an overnight sensation”
and he breaks into a laughing fit
every time he hears it,
He says:
“this was a marathon, not a sprint
& you don’t know the time, the blood,
or the tears I spent, man, I’ll tell you this,
calling me an overnight sensation
really cheapens it”
By: J.N.R Dutton