This Is A Tournament Poem by Steven Fernandez

This is a tournament where the best are real
Past the stars that glimer over the towering hills
Where you have to be on top and be better
Because if you arnt your family is the upsetter
One thing has to die before one thing grows
Either bright and early or dark and slow
We have to represent in a family way each day
Rain or shinee under the slivery moon
Behind the eyes of the blackness
And psuhing through the walls of the darkness
We are professinal liars
Who bust through the windows with pliars
Heaven to hell there thousands of stories to tell
From the indirect lead of the bell
To the gates of the blazing hell
Where you get those earings
You robed the store and got caught
Cause you thought you looked menacing
Congrats you made a grand today
But it was made in a sleezy way
Icant read the style you run with
Iwont run your life it jsut doesnt fit
Like the way you fall behind and I move forward
How you regenerate ure hate towards me
Thinking Ill turn back just to flee
Im the one who domenates Idont go down In shame
Cause Ionly play this game to win