Fast as I can,

I ran,

So fast it could have burned or given a tan.

My whole life might be a sham,

At least I got some decent friends like Tam.

I don’t fall for any flimflam,

And I don’t let any body slam,

Me because I’m not a complete ham.

I used to race,

And keep up pace,

But now I don’t and can’t say to someone’s face,

That I am a motocrosser but that was my base,

To my life in the human race.

Who am I?

I am who I am I got to deal with what’s real or feel like I’m losing my mind even if I rhyme at the time I find nothing feels right, but you just have to deal and try to keep it real.

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