[Verse 1]
I remember when I let my microphone get dusty
Rusty, rush me, I would not touch b
Felt like the words were dull, the concepts a bore
The metaphors abhor and the content a snore
Got too much hate from one side, some from another
A lot from my mom and a lot from my brothers
Coupled with middle school awkwardness
Though I wanted to author it, they would not pardon it
Self-esteem was asleep in the basement
The lyrics wouldn't fall right back into placement
In a funk, no dunk, flow bunked and stalled
Every night, try to write, but only echoes would call
Not a true voice, never anything real
I was an apparition but I just had to feel
Started being myself, chances I take are a must
Grabbed the mic and I just have to shake the dust

[Chorus]
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some
There's no need to question it: this is how we're answerin'

Find one, hold on to give one
Right one, win one to lose none
Story of a champion, sorry we are champions
We got one.

[Verse 2]
So I sharpened the pen and I started rehearsing
Started working on my game, this drain I wasn't circling
Read up on my sources, regained some lost forces
Conquered and divided foreign courses
Started digging myself: archeologist
Then I started to blow up, nah, I would demolish it
Living in a sauna, yes I've got to holla
Always got my self a steam, return of the proper
No longer playing their games, re-writing the rules
Measured up past their standards: metric tools
Started feeling cool, embracing my knowledge
Polished like fingernails on that punk rock logic
Not a part of the politics, it's never permanent
So I'm a lyrical liberal and an assertive conservative
Whatever I am, whatever I was
I only got here by shaking off the dust

[Chorus]
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some
There's no need to question it: this is how we're answerin'

Find one, hold on to give one
Right one, win one to lose none
Story of a champion, sorry we are champions
We got one.

[Verse 3]
So this last one goes out to anyone listening
To all the lovers out there who aren't bickering
This is for the celibate pedophile, the barista with a smile
And tonight she'll have to walk home 17 miles
For the struggling artist on the brink of quitting
It's not the 9th inning, in a few you'll be winning
For the boy who's choosing to be that high school virgin
And that young woman who's out to be a surgeon
Shaking the dust off, even when you've got a bad boss
So posh and gosh, you'll win more than you have lost
For the girl who looks in the mirror and sees a fat enemy
And for everybody who's cursed past obscenities
To the ones that have been called losers with no where to go
This life is your stage and this is your show
My people out there who are dealing with the loneliness
Keep shooting: the worse thing is that you'll only miss
Every flaw is beautiful, every person is unusual
Break out from the cubicle and try to make it musical
We'll give you an hour past your fifteen minutes
In it, in it, win it, win it, diminished: we'll never be finished
A gift from the wise, a lift from demise
A rift from the pride, a drift from the side
Feel that breeze, you already have a gust
Please just trust: just shake the dust

[Chorus]
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some
There's no need to question it: this is how we're answerin'

Find one, hold on to give one
Right one, win one to lose none
Story of a champion, sorry we are champions
We got one.