Inspired By: Melinda Ballenger Written By: gyp Strength of a wildebeest. You're only to float like the butterfly but you must sting like the bee. You can't just scratch em, you gotta exterminate the fleas. I refuse to say I had a bad day anymore, but I guarantee every damn bad day has had one of me. The fight so hard I had to upgrade my punch,  from a one two to a one two three. If that's lights out and the party's over, then that's an L call'n for the bell to ring. I'd advise you to fight like that wildebeest. I'd sure hate to be getting up after quitting just to hear that bell go "ding ding ding". I Ain't g,ot nothing against a hefty woman,  sum even sexy, hear me? but I ain't ready to hear the fat lady sing. I'm still shadow boxing my mirror's image in this life as I metaphor it to the squared circle, called a ring. Hell, I just won't allow the woes of life to kill or even fade my smallest of dreams. I will never j go unheard but by many I will never be seen. Been on both sides of the good and evil fence, but presently I'm straddled in between. I ain't trying to hear what my enemy's say'n about me. Cause I've developed a strong ass heart ❤️ within me, now i know alot of things, but only because I've lived through alotta occupations horn'd as green. If ya haven't been the greenhorn, then you probably don't know how to catch the dream. Without a dreamcatcher, the imagination has never even been a fact of being. I'ma catch these dreams like flies with chopsticks, as if I'm Mr. Miagi teaching karate. Gotta give a 100, I just gotta  keep fighting cause it's a part of me. Each morsel of sand within the hourglass deserves the heart of me. And lately in life that's all I've seen, is me giving myself the best of all of me...