Round One.
I shield my eyes, a spotlight unveiling the ring ahead of me
The scowls and glares from the audience members is heavenly
Nothing makes me feel more at home than negativity
As I climb through the ropes, the suspense is killin' me
Who's my opponent? What's the purpose of this event
Inspecting my surroundings, sensing murderous intent
I stand in wait sensing the calamity at hand...
Two black masses oppose me, handicapped, tag team match
Look over to my friends hopeless on the sidelines like "it's happenin' again..."
I'm brought back to the battle when the battery begins
I stumble back as a straight jab lands across my chin
The crowds chatter and their laughter then commence
Four fists flying furiously leaves me in a blizzard of punches
Ribs being punished, squintin with every hit to the stomach
I fall to the canvas, painting it with my sweat and blood
A self portrait, spelling out regret with the flood...
Before I through the towel and call it quits, my conscious callin' in
Reanalyzing the fight, trying to find a way possible to win
Then it hit me..One is inevitable, one can't exist without the other
So it's a love/hate relationship, always bickerin' like brothers
Right before the ref calls the match I hobble back to my feet
You've beat on me my whole life this time I won't be handed defeat!
Laughing out loud as I know their strategy now!
Gasps from the crowd who was cheering when I was being smacked around
They know I ain't backing down...
Swiftly stepping around punches waiting to seize an attack
No way they'll catch me Breathless I'm too seasoned for that!
Defending like Mayweather as I patiently withdraw
As soon as Crisis leans in for a punch BANG hay maker to the jaw
He tumbles, folded over, Mayham glaring at me SHOCKED..
I grin, walking towards him, It's transparent that he's lost
I grab his feeble collar, hanging him over the ring, astonished
"How did you manage to not only defeat, but BODY us!?"
I laugh, it's obvious, Mayham can't exist without a Crisis
So simply, I isolated you both, until the perfect time for strikin'
I toss him out the ring and say "scram", hoist the championship belt
The fans who boo'd the entire match are now cheering, I laugh to myself
But that won't be the end it, hopefully there's still some fight in me
Next week i'll be defending the belt from depression and anxiety...
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