Annakin Slayd Feels Like '93
I believe that it's meant to be and it
Feels a little like ‘93
With failing hands we
hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
I believe we're right in the mix and
it
Feels a little like '86
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25
to the sky
Here's a rap from the cradle of organized sports
Where we come
together for a common cause
I remember number 24
The cheers busting out
every house, every home
Hard to believe was so long ago
And I know we got
a long long way to go
I believe this city's got a chance to cop it
So I bust my
Cammalerri shirt and rock it
Spoke to the ghost of the Rocket
Told me once
the wheels are in motion can't stop it
Yeah I thought back to that ten minute
O
When his tear drops blessed the Bell Center floor
Put a lot of thought to
what I'd rhyme about
How can I wrap my mind around
Locking number 25
down
There's never be a better time than now
I believe that it's meant to be
and it
Feels a little like ‘93
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise
number 25 to the sky
I believe we're right in the mix and it
Feels a little like
'86
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
Let's party all night for the red, blue and white
And shine bright like the Place Ville Marie lights
It's been a century since 1909
And in a quarter of that time we've paraded with pride
And if this year we win 25
There will have elated celebrations city-wide
Sometimes I pass by the Big O
And think since we lost the team we haven't been exposed
So I climb the tower, raise a glass up to the ‘Spos
Then I snatch the torch and pass it to the ghosts
I know this twenty fifth crusade won't fail
and we'll be sipping from the holiest of grails
Sometimes it' s by the numbers we're defined
23, 11, 31, 10 and 9
And maybe number one if you're seeing the signs
Because this year, I'm feeling and believing twenty-five
I believe that it's meant to be and it
Feels a little like ‘93
With failing hands we
hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
I believe we're right in the mix and
it
Feels a little like '86
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25
to the sky
