A true masters training, it's never done..
As I go through my katas, flowing like water
Destined for momentum, the moments a motion we offer
On the path that I have seeked, how fast the mind can dream
Like im stabbing knives in sheaths, hand in a bag of iron beads [heeyahh]
I show then vanish, turn scrolls to sanskrit
My souls a mantis slowly dancing on stone and granite
Ghost and phantoms imprisoning us physically
Listening what wisdom speaks, coincidence and mystery
Hit em with the willow leaf, hit em with the eagle claw
Studied self defense in every single creatures form
Little things were reaching for, no big beliefs in reaped reward
Will we ever see? Guaranteed my peace is yours
Bait switch, hate crept through flesh and scars
The best so far training with 8 step and 7 star
High-low when fights go, cycles that life holds
Style is tribal, both mindful and psycho..
A true masters training, its never done
Nope, never done
Passing a time frame, maxing my minds waves
My daggers can fly with the balance of white cranes
I float like flocks, I broke apart, ive flown alone
Going far, the only stars ive ever known were thrown
A level im reaching, of lessons and teachings
A new path im taking, a true masters training- never completed
The force of our focus, importantly potent
No shoulders exposing openings towards your opponent
I've spun purple, jumped hurdles, blood curdled
I've given whats made, spending all day in small circles
Lightning's my limits speed, I fight till my fist'll bleed
Been fixing tight, a perfected type of intensity
Systems retaught, relived in our thoughts
Inner growth creating a special cultivated energy stored
Felt in your heart, or rip it apart
Kung Fu is life, won't chose a time to envision my art
We live it and did from the start, so continue
For a true masters training is never done.