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Hank |
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Beating a ball to
a wall with a stick trying to perfect his home run trick A poor little boy with dreams of big time in a cruel white world that calls him "nigger" and slime. Not too much later, the boy is a man with his eye on the ball, and his feet in the sand The stick is a bat, the wall is a crowd His glaring is calm, his mind is a shroud They still called him "nigger", they still gave him gall and all just because he was hitting the ball But he ignored the threats, he ignored all their shame He just kept his eye on the ball, and his mind on the game The record is close, only one more to go The home runs are tied, almost end of the show The pitcher winds up and lets the ball fly The batter steps up and gives a hard try With a swing and a "KRAK!", he hits the ball high It's higher than us, it's touching the sky! It moves toward the crowd with unbearable speed As swift as an eagle, as strong as a steed. The crowd lets a roar of anger and glee, the level of noise is of the highest degree The record was set, by a man like a tank But the record was broken, by "Hammerin'" Hank. |
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