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


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.

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