Annakin 25 feels a little like 93 Lyrics

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
Cheers busting out every house, every home
Hard to believe it was so long ago
And I know we got a long, long way to go
But I believe this city's got a chance to cop it
So I bust my Komisarek 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 "Oh"
When his tear drops blessed the Bell Centre floor
Put a lot of thought to what I'd rhyme about
How can I wrap my mind around?
Locking number 25 down
There can never been a better time than now

Let's party all night for the red, blue and white
And shine bright like the Place Ville Marie lights
It's been a hundred years, 1909
And in a quarter of that time we've paraded with pride
And if this year we win number 25
You can bet there'll be elated celebrating city-wide
Yeah, once in a while I pass by the Big O
And think since we lost our team we haven't been exposed
So I climb the tower, raise a glass up to the 'Spos
Then I s_____ the torch and pass it to the ghosts
I know this 25th crusade won't fail
And we'll be sipping from the holiest of grails, yeah
Sometimes it's by the numbers we're defined 23, 11, 27, 10 and 9
And maybe number one if you're seeing the signs
Because this year I'm feeling and believing 25