I had I lost The Edge by Salt

The champ is here no fear
on the eye of the giant a tyrant
shooting free throws a 4th quater pirate
hook shot if ya jaw is dialing
my patience
cases of anger spills from my ship
a drop of hope drips on ya lips
I shall not display my power on your use of smooch
The champ goes poof now I fear the giant and the tyrant
missing the game winning shot because I put away the pirate
cases of anger filled the shelves of my emotional state
with the doors lock cause the key stuck in the safe
I left a big mess on the ship
Even a janitor keeps his keys on his hip