Strikeout Symphony

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[Verse]
Dirt cloud swirl, cleats dig in the ground,
Ryan on the mound, kids dropping like sound.
Fastball whistling, time moves slow,
Knees buckle, they froze—call it a no-show.

Curve dips wicked, slider got bite,
Batters out here swingin' at the shadows of night.
Dreams unravel, every pitch a dagger,
Ump calls three, the swagger gets badder.

[Chorus]
Ryan’s heat, they can’t compete,
Strike zone's his kingdom, defeat complete.
From the rubber to the plate, he's breakin' spines,
Call it quits, kids—he’s shattering time.

[Verse 2]
Grips the seams, destiny’s thread,
Every pitch a poem, every strike a deathbed.
Batters shake heads, lost in confusion,
Ryan’s repertoire feels like an illusion.

Wind-up tight, wrist snap vicious,
Dreams get erased, chalk lines fictitious.
No mercy shown, mound is his throne,
Kids walk back home with a story to bemoan.

[Chorus]
Ryan’s heat, they can’t compete,
Strike zone's his kingdom, defeat complete.
From the rubber to the plate, he's breakin' spines,
Call it quits, kids—he’s shattering time.