My random ass poetic thoughts

poem number 57: Kendo

I own a Kendo stick,
So with this kendo shit,
Who tryna pair up and be sparing partners in this life of kendo shit?,
I'm tryna be an expert swordsman with my kendo stick,
And even be somebody's sensei with this kendo stick,
Cause shit nigga,
Other than this kendo stick,
I own six swords,
And this my second ever kendo stick,
See my first japanese bamboo practice sword,
I got it back in 7th grade,
But even before then i already lived the lifestyle of a Martial artist Mayne,
The base root of my martial arts is karate,
Boi that's self defense,
And I'm bout to kick some ass with this kendo stick,
The best offense is a good defense,
Because the touch of your opponents sword,
Away from you you're tryna keep it,
Chess moves,
Not checkers,
So who tryna walk with me this way of kendo?,
You gotta think quick on yo feet,
Cause if you think you're thinkin,
Than think again bro,
Cause these might be practice swords,
But you still gotta think again bro,
See with Kendo,
I wanna continue the art ND heart of swordsmanship,
Revitalize it,
Revolutionize it,
And even in the streets revive the shit,
Can it's easy to pull a Tigger to a gun,
But to use a blade and Stab someone,
Do you know what kind cold hearted cold blooded muh fucka you gotta be?,
Pick up that kendo stick,
Come learn this kendo shit,
I practice martial arts everyday,
That's the realest shit,
And when i say I'm leading by example,
Have you realize that way back when i was in 7th grade i been picked up my kendo stick,
In fact,
So much,
That in this poem,
Imma say and proclaim,
My true followers of me either already own,
Or will take up their own kendo stick,
So while i lead,
Closely follow,
With all the disciplinary actions that's bout to follow,
Push past yo limits,
Be diligent,
And never hate,
Meditate,
Feed food to yo own mind,
We call that educate,
Kendo.