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The Crucible

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too much melancholy �
can suck up testosterone �
every so often the dawg needs �
to dig up his bone �
needs to go back to the dungeon �
of his soul...hit the bricks �
hone in on desires...zone in �
find that fiya in the pit of his gut �
lock and load...rock n roll �
dead lifts..squats �
plate loaded dips and pull ups �
its all about struggle and strife in these parts �
it's about the death of doubt �
and the lust for life �
gotta stop over analyzing �
get out there and challenge himself �
vet his own pedigree �
sweat..leave it on the floor �
t-shirt soak n wet �
will deployed...muscles destroyed �
he gotta earn his rest...earn his food �
earn his woman �
earn everything he seeks to keep �
every fuckin day �
self visualize �
spit in the victim's eyes �
of his lesser being �
all battles begin with the heart �
how bad does he want it �
speak calmly to the pantheon of gladiators �
like Thanos..''i am prepared'' �
its the futurized man vs his former self �
blood in blood out �
pumped here in the cerebral arena �
two men enter �
only one will be left standing �
man must decide �
here..live at the crucible �
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