Lifting for Survival and Peace

Oh. Nah. Ooh. They think I'm lifting for mirrors

or women that stare. Whole time I'm fighting thoughts that been heavy for

years. This ain't about impressing nobody in here. It's survival,

it's therapy, it's keeping my spirit clear. Every rep feel like prayer I

don't say out loud. Builds pressure, expectations weighing me down.

Being strong for everybody, no space to complain. Just man up

and handle it, that's the rules of the game. I carry faith with doubt,

still knocking the door. Trying to trust God when logic say otherwise more.