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Size of the Bark, Depth of the Fight

"It ain't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog!"

--Everywhere

5�8� and 165 lbs.
Means every match that brought me down?
Since 14 every fighter has been bigger than me.
Every time around.

A humble size but I don�t crumble inside.
Run with pride. And not just for the surprise
In a woman�s eyes. That�s just ONE why!

5�8� and 165 lbs. means so many falls.
So many times crowned.
It means adapt or die! Every round.
It means I am that guy, holding nothing but ground.

It means I am fast to fly and found
Balls to step to shit
Fall if I�m tepid
Call me out and test this.

If my curses got you tense and stunned?
Don�t like your lava raw?
Disperse your aggression to resolve your maw
I�ll reverse your momentum with Krav Maga!

I may be crazy
But the data spray has been spot-on so far.
Smoking haze, playing to amaze, on par.
Never lazy, always raising the bar.

Sub-textual sharing is an employed sense.
Like sexual clairvoyance!

You can never replace my mind.
Moving through grace and crime.
Disabused views encased in rhyme.
Crude truth traced through time.

Time and again, minding my pen.
Find something different descends.
Reality wins in the end.

This animality finds anomalies to be his friends.
Strip away what�s banal from what�s common to rend.
Rip one to cranial bomb with no amends!

One thin joint and streaming ribbons smoky,
Pinpoint what�s hidden when I invoke these!
What�s the price of being Loki?

Eternal trap to the vice.
Burning maps every night.
Turning crap to delight.

What�s it cost to bust? Intelligence reigns.
Like cross cut. I�m against the grain!
No off-shut switch. To fireflick the dense I train!

Never stammer, even when bubbly as soda
Clever yammer with grammar like Yoda�s!
Treasure the prize of his wisdom inside
But he�s half my size so DA!