Fighting Rage

It's time to acknowledge the prince, no the king of the sword King of war, slashing on haters leaving intense sores I crush and smash those with a lack of respect Destroying opposition without ever breaking a sweat! I lay at night being embraced by my darkness Slowly enraged I tighten and clench my fist "Respect me!" floats around in my head And i think of ways to prove myself, Perhaps to fill hearts with dread I lust for a fight, to show the strength in my fists The speed behind my punches and power in my kicks I'm ready, PUMPED AND PREPARED TO DESTROY FLEXING MY CHEST READY TO ANNIHILATE THEM "TOYS" HOW DARE YOU! CHALLENGE ME TO A WAR! YOU MUST HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF! SHEER RAGE, I'LL PUT YOU ON THE FLOOR! WIPE THAT SMERK OFF YOUR FACE WITH THE POWER OF A BOXERS GLOVE! At the same time tears leave the eyes Why must i do this in order to gain respect A man doesn't cry he holds it in Hide it or else you'll receive no respect RIGHT THEN THE RAGE RETURNS! RESPECT ME! HOW CAN I EARN!?! respect me, show me both love and fear Don't mess with me but give me what i hold dear Its a battle between my tears and my rage Back and forth inside a war is waged Hidden from most except for small outbursts I smile the grin that i've rehearsed