taking into consideration if a round equaled a yr... how many dings could u stand back up for when squints push tears... if u looked fear in the eyes n was unafraid... around n around wanting to go the distance bound without restraints... free to swing back n land in which the feel will be felt... dancing in the same circles jus a moving with the slide of the money belt... pleasing the crowd in between rings chimed so u know it's time to perform... on display for the world to claim u as its norm... fighting the odds of having the possessions that fed through blood... all for 5 minutes it takes in between to corner resting away from the action on the run... how deep are u willing to dig for the pleasure u seek.?. willing to take jabs at anyone thinking they have a chance to fulfill their dreams... as one or the other hasta fall back down reality eventually... at all costs distributing the pain that inflicts defeat at the ends that may or may not become a victory... with the usage of ropes confining the attempt to bounce back with a snap pissed at nothing at all... hitting nerves swollen from the impact as the face turns red in a moment to rub the skin raw... jus trying to beat the clock so the last one standing can cash in on the ten count coming from above... finding steps always moving for the angle it takes to stay away from the push n shove... beneath the spotlights point of who's better at the game calling next... taking the feeling outta ur opponents chest... bcuz if it's a battle is what u want i'll spectate from a far... watching ur legs get weary with every loss u take to ur heart...
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