False Start

Gun was shot after I was already up
The rule is clear, is a false start, a false start
Two men drop, one to the bottom and one to the top
We got ourselves in a cold war, a cold war
Bird in hand, friend of a feather
The muscle plan didn’t work out like I thought it would
Eyes ahead, keep on rippling through the sand
Once I stop, it’s over, it’s over
In the fast track I’m a ticking bomb
Minor set-back, but I’ve gone too far
I can make it just a few more yards
I’m not failing, yeah, I’m almost done
Can’t believe what just happened
It wasn’t me, I know better than losing like this
Clear my head, nobody’s saw it
I’m up ahead, this is between the footworks and me
Four long years I’ve been waiting to conquer this
To spoil it up with a point one, a point one
I can’t let, let my people down
Not again, not after that last headline, that headline
In the fast track I’m a ticking bomb
Minor set-back, but I’ve gone too far
I can make it just a few more yards
I’m not failing, yeah, I’m almost done
On the podium I’m the golden man
In the columns, in the paper stands
What’s my record, it’s always the same
Never beaten, yeah I own the game
Yeah I own this game