Today I was really happy i got 85 on Bench Press (yes i know its light for you but its heavy for me OK?)
but i still have a little bit of anger in me I wanna release: I know its long but bear with me here.
how long can i go without losing my temper?
im limber and nimble but im still weak as fuck
I just suck could barely bench a 45 pund bar
but no look how far ive reached look where ive gotten now
in a time span of 2 months i went from ping to Pow
at powell my coach pushed me to the point wehre i even cried
where ifelt liek i died like i had not tried but i only came out of that room a stronger man
i ran up to the bench press witohut pectorals just my morals
and with that ive press harder than water on coral
my wenis stopped hurting cuz i can push my elbows now
without a doubt i went from a penis to a dick
but my attitude as a prick isnt the matter of my struggels
thats a battle saved for another day, cuz nows when i rumble
nows when i push my limits of strength
lose the brains and i got the brawn
got so tired of waiting i pushed the night to dawn
i do pushups everywhere now on my front lawn or anywhere for that matter
I rap while i push the floor while i eat while i drink
when i think i just get to the brink of self destruction
liek fitty and em but i aint relapsing cuz this a new era for me
no longer collapsing i aint even got time for relxing
my leisures is my strength ima powerhouse now
got my quadriceps looking like pillars and my biceps the size of footballs
those triceps are just round curving more than Mariah carey
you dont lean on these bitch though you aint getting a little taste
ill knock you the fuck out, dont mean to front but thats my haste
a trait i picked up from being a totally ripped
but that battle as a dick no has me flipped
shoulda started to worry but now im felling sorry
cuz i didnt deal with it then now thats just become a problem
how do i cope with the critiquing i tohught being strong was meaning everything
now i sing but its stings cuz no ones gonna be here to dig this
ugh i need my brians back i honestly cannot rig this
strength is one of a kind you either have on muscle or the other
been worrying to much about my arms that ive lost my inhibtions
now life is cut too short its just a simple exhibition
better change, hence the point of this rendition
ive got a new target, Transition to a new Mission:
Get my feelings back time to get off that red-kryptonite
fuck it why do you talk liek that you aint no super-man!
who do you kid miguel jsu t let it go
go home, return to the world of ParaLeL
lose your worries there, everything will be....Swell?
its like a self-diary shit.
critique please