Aggression ain’t my middle name; it’s
Jamal, by the way.
The fact though that has so remained: I
came to stand and stay. I’m
not a lion, not a lamb –
does that make me less of a man?
Aggression ain’t my middle name, but I’m
Salute to the meek and mild; a
toast to every Friday’s child, ’cause
now that I’m not in denial, I’ll
brawl my own way.
Mistake kindness for the weak, and
pay your price expectedly, ’cause
now that I am on my feet, I’ll
brawl here today.