MUSTANG

I walk in with the duffel bag dragging, my name on the lock and the chalk on my palms

Lights hit the floor like a fight in a basement, and everybody here got a grudge to resolve

Plates on the bar make a cold little sermon, every rep I take is a dent in the doubt

I came for the burn in the thick of my chest, not the talk in the mirror, not the crowd

The kid in the corner keeps staring too long, but I keep my eyes on the iron and the set