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BATTLE CREEK

Why... must you be so angry?
Why... must you be so cruel?
I'll, never make you happy.
No matter what I do.

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Born & raised in Battle Creek
in the age of segregation.
He was mixed race child became
who soon became an angry man.
Stepped into a boxing ring
to take out his frustration.
His fists became his weapons,
Hatred hammers were his hands.

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And the war he waged,
was bound in Battle Creek.
The killing crucible,
of bare-knuckle fighting on the streets.
The scrap book photographs,
were the symbol of his pride,
All reflect the hatred
that was burning in his eyes.

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A boxer in the army
He became a prime contender.
Maybe he would make it
on the next Olympic team
But getting your head pounded
is a sad career agenda,
And for his mama's sake
He gave up on the dream

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And the war he waged,
was bound in Battle Creek.
The killing crucible,
of fighting on the streets.
The scrap book photographs,
The symbol of his pride.
All reflect the hatred,
that was burning in his eyes

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Why, must be so angry?
Why, must he be so cruel?