Ambush from left to right.

There was never a time where I lost a fight.

This struggle will surely cripple me.

But I will remain standing and free from flee.

I may have nothing but I must disgress.

It is the future, in which moves my progress.

Weak and tired, my leg swings.

Like a drunk puppet controlled by strings.

You can try to make me fall.

But one thing you can't do

Is win this brawl.