No false pretense-
Only flexing.
Of the muscle that lives
In the loft above my rib.
Training everyday.
Like there’s something to show.
Your blood ain’t thick
Enough.
To stop my flow.
My heart beats
Your heartbeat
Into quick submission
Chokehold unforgiving
Enthuse you enough
Are you sure
You wanna challenge me
On my home court?
I do live here.
What do you pump?
Your skull isn’t thick enough
To take the knocks.
The impact you can’t block.
Not a soul alive
Has ever made me quit
Once I get in the mood.
Once my heart is made up
To win. Anything.