"Mastering the Fight"

Yeah. Check it out. Yeah. Bell rings, breath slow,

eyes lock, cage match. Two beasts circled tight, canvas like a

jail trap. Ain't confidence from size, ain't muscle or fame.

It's the miles, the pain, every bruise I trained. Roadwork at dawn

when the city is asleep. Hands numb, lungs burn, promises I keep.

Uh, I don't rush violence, I let silence talk.

Every scar on my body taught me how to walk. Uh,

you see calm in my face, think that means I'm weak. But that calm