Fast.

I guess my head is to big

To fit in this tiny helmet

But I guess it's worth it

When my speed need is met

These cars gliding a few feet from the ground

My ears deaf from the engine's roar

You know what it's like,

Once you win, you want some more

This brickyard holds memories

And stories untold

I'm just waiting

For my own history to unfold

Then it happens

I'm up on the stage

Drinking the traditional milk

My face plastered on the front page

I may have won the 500

But what still gives me pain

That half of my fans

Can't even pronounce my name!

The End

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