About the Fight

In a ring
In a nation of Africa
2 black men pound it out.
For love and for money
For hate and for blood
On each other they take it out.
And they bob and they weave
And they cut and they bleed
And they're taking each other out.
And one day the world
Like a pale little girl
Will lie spread-eagled at both of their feet.
But their hearts which they tear
From their souls in Zaire
Won't soften to mercy or care
And brothers alone
They'll turn on their own
And finish what once 2 brothers had begun.

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