White Belt (Martial Arts Art)

Location

34209
United States
27° 30' 26.5428" N, 82° 38' 15.144" W

He started off a white belt
Bold and ready to learn
How to defend his life from the fires that burned.

And like a dull knife, he had to be sharpened
Armed to disarm all his inelegant targets.

So front stance, knee bent, hands up
Block low, high, right, left, and front
Take a chance punch
It's for your life son
If you can take em down or get away you better run!

This is martial arts, so yeah it's serious
You gotta practice every move 'til your delirious
And then the theory is
And it's mysterious
But one day you're a master repeating this.

But now you fight through the force fields
And you stay tight to the course
When the force of the wind steals
Your core to the brim
You just pick up your chin
And push on and on and on again my friend!

It gets real to the end
So, you gotta be ready for whatever they send
In my appeal, I look to find the virtue of men
But what descends, is something else
And I don't pretend

So let's begin
Our lessons passed from centuries when
The monks of old watched animals and
Taught all their kin, how to defend
The temples and the glory in them

But what I lay upon you now is but a glint from their gem

Grab hold of my whim
And learn to float delivering kicks
Deliver them quick
Up and down your enemies hip

Trips to the leg
Followed by a hook to the head
Serpents are sick
Turn around discover their trick

Throw out your block
Follow with your counter and clock
Finish the stalk
Trap them in a grappling lock!

Who would have thought?
You'd be a hero fighting the rot
King of the crop
On your your waist a champion knot!

The champions not
Afraid of dark, he fights for the lot
The kind and the soft
Stand beneath the canopies loft

Insanity scoffs
Calamity will fight what you brought
The lights what I got
My blood will bite the night when it's hot.

The fire I caught
To spar and train my way to the top
I'm passing it off
I hope you hear my words when I talk.

They're lessons a lot
About the things my masters have taught
I sat in your spot
Weak, but turning into a god

I hope you applaud
But most of all I hope you respond
This is the dawn
So turn your martial mastering on!

This is the song
To blast while you all follow along
Beating the gong
Beating 'til your solid and strong!

He started off a white belt
Bold and ready to learn
How to defend his life from the fires that burned.

And like a dull knife, he had to be sharpened
Armed to disarm all his inelegant targets.

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