In the Box

When I’m hitting, I look at the guy
I hold the bat steady and very high
The pitch comes down and I give a look
Then I realize, it did a hook
The ump calls strike one and you can’t deny
I could have hit that ball and made it fly
Although that pitcher thinks he’s sly
One pitch isn’t enough to make me shook
When I’m hitting,
The next pitch comes and I really try
But the ump calls strike 2 I don’t know why
Anticipation hits, as the sun cooks
I really hope disaster won’t go down in the books
But the ball finally comes down and rockets in the sky
When Im hitting,