Don't you tap!

In Oslo's subzero, souls get forged Where Miyao's art leaves dreams disgorged Berimbolo's not just a move It's life's dark sweep—you must improve Drill Estima's fifty-fifty hold Where choices leave you maimed or gold Like Palhares, life grips your heel Tap or shred—both paths reveal Craig Jones' Z, a twisted game Enter legs, embrace the pain Ashi, Sani—break or bend Through shattered joints, your will transcends They say you're mad—"Jiujitsu's math? In Norway's frost?" It's warrior's path Each problem's just a deep half-guard Invert, go dark, work twice as hard Wristlocked by fate? Don't you tap! Like Rafa's lock, it's wisdom's trap Sail through fire, study well Turn Tarikoplatas into skill Danaher's system—ruthless, cold Maps setbacks till you're triumph-bold Fall in Atos' iron ways Rise deadlier, no time delays Lachlan's heel—it's life that bites Hunt your fears through endless nights Leg reap, outside heel, stay strong In Cavaca's world, pains prolong Keenan's lapel—a choking dance Trap doubters in your circumstance Their words may loop, may try to fold But in that strangle, you'll take hold Gordon's mount, a crushing truth: Top game's earned, not gift of youth They're all beneath—past, doubt, and dread Pin failures down, rain strikes till dead Braga Neto's calf, it numbs Like life when hope succumbs But Roger's posture in defeat Shows grace when you can't make ends meet On Oslo mats or life's cold floor Drill failure's guard, then pass once more Each sweep attempts your spirit hones What breaks mere men just grows your bones Buchecha's weight, a crushing clan Whose pressure makes or breaks a man Your frame may crack, yet don't you yield For 'neath tons, diamonds get revealed With Galvão's drive, strive past prime Age, odds—just grips in your climb Though life heel-hooks dreams you chase You'll footlock fate, claim higher place From Helio's time to Gracie's throne This art screams: You're not alone Through Oslo's freeze or Rio's blaze Ten million gis light darker ways So tape each joint life tries to pop Gi-choke fears that make you stop In BJJ's torturous drill Find grit no tragedy can kill When death's door nears, go Ezekiel Make specters feel what martyrs feel In life's red mist, one truth shines through: Jiu-jitsu broke, then forged anew