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Ron's Predator poetry

What up my dawg's. ROOF ROOF ROOF ROOF ... This is the predator here kickin it with my own style of expressions. Enjoy the lyrics and expressions and always remember:

Walk like a ghost, strike like a cobra.

Rawdawg The Predator
Inches The moment of truth

Rawdawg


Rip right Raw
Mad Dawg
Rip his heart out
Tear em up
It's all good
For I am ready
Ready to roll
Psycho growl
Nasty D
You know what I mean

I roll

With maximum intensity

Like I said My man

Nasty D
Goal seen
Maximum focus
Maximum intensity

No quit
For I am ready
Ready to win
Or ready to die
For I am the Rawdawg !!!!

The Predator


I am the predator
The one you can't see
The one who watches
From the mountain-top
Watching your every maneuver
Watching your every step
Knowing your thoughts
For every step you take
I take with you
For every breath you take
I take with you
For we are one
As I predict your movements.
Knowing what you can do
Can't do.
Will do
Won't do.

And when I come down from the mountain
I move silently
Swiftly
Like a ghost
Seeing you
Watching you
Unaware of my movements upon you
Correcting for every change you make
In my place of concealment.
Patiently buying my time.
Your breaths become my breaths
Your motions become my motions
for we are one.
As I watch you
From my place of concealment.

And when the time is right
I strike with blinding speed
swiftly
decisively
focusing my power
to obtain the objective.
Expressing neither the emotion of anger nor the complacency of joy
But my focus is on the objective

And when the objective is accomplished
I retreat to the mountains
Like a ghost in the wind
Disappearing before your eyes
Leaving no trace.
No tracks
As if I were never there.

Till the next time
Till the next objective
When my services are needed.

For now I stay in the mountain
Watching.

Inches, speech from Any Given Sunday

I don't know what to say really. I mean, three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives; all comes down to today. Well, we either we heal as a team or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, till we're finished. We're in hell right now gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us; or we can fight our way back; into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time.

Now I can't do it for you. I'm to old. I look around and i see these young faces and I think. I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who has ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old in life; things get taken away from you. That's part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life's this game of inches. So is football. Because in either game life or football the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too early or too late and you don't quite make it. One half a second too slow or too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game; every minute every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's what gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing. Between living and dying. I'll tell you this in any fight, it's the guy who's willing to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm gonna have any life anymore. It's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what living is. The six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You have to look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think your gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it; your gonna do the same for him.

That's a team gentlemen. And, either we heal, now as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football guys. That's all it is.

Now, what are you gonna do ?

The moment of truth


The way of the warrior is the way of death
The words from this samari couldn't be any truer.
To face life to face death
Head on !!
There is no middle ground
In a combat situation
Even though you may be confused
Fear felt
And Angry
Your training will come through
Because it's your instincts


At that moment of truth
When you aren't sure whether to act or not
That is the highest fear
The unknown
Not knowing
For if you wait too long
The adversary has the upper hand
And you are dead
Jump too soon
The adversary has the upper hand
And you are dead
Because you weren't smart.


The way of the warrior is to have absolutes where there is none.
Every decision has consequences
For even doing nothing is costly.


At that moment of truth
Think, think, think
Wait patiently for the moment of truth
That moment where you act
Your action motivated by your best decision
Even though you don't have all the information.
But you act anyways
Whether to do nothin or something
It was your best decision
That is the moment of truth.