Never Surrender

I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage, growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age, squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage, but this bitter will get better and steal the stage. I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade, angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade, using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade, writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade. No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface, that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose, this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface, and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses. Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit, only teach knowledge that I inherit, I react and catch before impact to my merit and you can't collapse the soul of this poet. Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable, and my mental resilience is unbreakable, they can't remove something unshakeable, trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable. I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act, catching the weaponry and adding to my stack, I've a determination that I'll never let crack. I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow and levitate the audience to show, I'm able to continuously demonstrate that my work is something to celebrate, even though my opinion will make them hate. Coming back is what I do, don't make me come back for you!