Clear Cut Truthful Living

This is the most honest anyone could ever hope to be in any for of work. I can only hope that you all enjoy it as much as I do.

Clear Cut Truthful Living

      

I have a capacity that forbids me to quit

Oblivious of fear, the victor of pain, the lover of fighting

and I am second

I am great, I am powerful, unquestionably formidable, captivating, unrelenting

and I am second

I run farther, fight harder, push further than any man

 No such word as competitor, the only man to stand next to me is my shadow and if he steps out of line I’ll knock him out

and I am second

I have a heart of Lion and the fight of a Dog; I killed the Lion the Tiger and any Bear that had a problem

and I am second

Put me in a box, in a cage and I’ll tire down every bar, knock down every wall with explosive fists

and I am second

I command devastating fists; I have something no Gym could ever give me

THEY CAN’T TAKE NOTHING FORM YOU IF YOU DON’T GIVE IT TO THEM

AND I AIN'T GIVEN YOU S**T

There is only one champ in here and that’s me

and I am second

Unstoppable, immovable, each jab leaves the audience in awe at the ground breaking affects 

To see me fight is to witness a wondrous beauty, a phenomenon, desire at its best

and I am second

I wake up every day ready to put everything into every jab every time

and I am second

I am second only because I can’t bear to be anything less; truth is the enabled does not make the scale

What is a fighter who literally cannot fight? HE IS DYING.

Suffering a torturous death, drawn out and agonizing at the hands of a merciless opponent without form that awards the defeated the title 

The Insignificant.

Emaciated from a lack of living worse than a fish that cannot swim

Relieved and haunted by the memories of what was

All but broken by the humiliating stand still, Existing but never being oneself, Dreaming of being a bit closer to greatness

Each effort might as well be effortless; as familiar and unreachable as the sun

A scorched heart is fueled by cupidity burned by conflagration reduced to a perpetual madness

Ready to act, give anything to be yourself

Thriving’s possession is physical and mental pain that is disciplined and lively; excessive and cruel,

Reduction is a lack of content prepared for a fools dream

The Lord promises a better day, time guarantees another way

The essences of continue is change

Being flexible is genius, knowing when to call it a day is the foundation of wisdom

Hey I can read and write, tie my shoes, count by two's much better than Franklin

Yeah there is always coaching, the love of a good woman, an incredible day job, ode to down time

Of course the Lord    

Today is something else, something different, but something good.

No it’s something Great cause I say it is

Besides I'll always be a fighter