Holding the eye of the tiger in my pose
glaring into the soul,directly above the nose
Not knowing there history i feel no guilt
Box my way through as my opponent wilts
The Rush of the adrenaline pushing my aggression
Only thoughts on my mind is points of discression
Whether i win or lose is not even a question
Box my way through,no need for affection
I find no danger as i bounce on my toes
blocking highs,ducking any sly lows
I take no notice of the rivals screaming names
Box my way through until the refree claims
Hands held high,sweat dripping as my cooling agent
3 hours after a defeat i can still be known ragent
3 days after a win,Ill still be roaring 'Winner'
Box my way through,win or lose..im always a finisher
Have a studying cool day
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