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Finding, a foot fall

Off your back step, you seem so tall

Charge, across the field,

Your opposition fears the fists you wield

Don't turn your back,

When your guard is down,

Your enemies attack

The upper hand must remain my own,

Remove the gauntlet, and I turn to stone,

-Signs of weakness, I bury deep,

Integrity and apathy I intend to keep.

(Haul it in, don't give in

You must resist, taste my fist!)

Throw, them, down,

No mercy for the weak

Hold, them, down,

The win is what you seek

Don't turn your back,

When your guard is down,

Your enemies attack

The upper hand must remain my own,

Remove the gauntlet, and I turn to stone,

-Signs of weakness, I bury deep,

Integrity and apathy I intend to keep.

Throw, them, down

Hold, them, down

(Haul it in) don't give in

(You must resist) taste my fist!