Square Circle (Album Ver.) by Ar...

Verse 1: Preamble

(0:21-0:31)

"Entering the ring, at two-hundred-twenty pounds:

An undeveloped challenger who thinks that he amounts

To those who came before him, who are actually important

Now he seeks to speak so nothing that's reported is distorted"

 

(0:32-0:42)

Now I know a thing or two about going down a newer route

Disavowing how you been to bring a newer version out

Touting how you could improve once sitting in reflection

Using what you've learned to go a positive direction

 

(0:43-53)

They say complacency is the antithesis of progress

And if this ain’t the gospel truth, then nobody is honest

Cuz when I flash back to the past and my actions

I'm sickened and I'm saddened how I sat in satisfaction

 

Soda sitting in a cup and a warm Playstation

It was school and paperwork then I was off to the basement

I was happy where I was not perceiving my youth as wasted

And when the pace changed, I could flake up or embrace it

 

A soccer field revealed the faults that til then were concealed

Post to post felt like coast to coast and I was forced to yield

My diaphragm expanded like my mind in the same moment

How I let my body go was now a known opponent

 

So what did I do to amend this? What did I find in forensics?

A little show called Smackdown with a packed crowd that could end this

I was enraged with myself, but I was engaged with the stories

So I swore that I would work to join the catalyst before me

 

It's a bit of a quid pro quo cuz I wanna note the role of my family

My brother's a gridiron graduate and I took all the abuse he could hand me

I tried to survive the hard times I was placed in

And the only way is to erase the days that I'm complacement

 

(1:17-1:27)

Day one of my training came with more than I could handle

My spirit was destroyed and my body was dismantled

I was like a sacrifice to wolves hungry for supper

It did a body bad, but yet I knew I'd have to suffer

 

(1:28-1:38)

I tortured myself willingly to get through the timidity

And villany that my kin attempted to instill in me

And even though I cried, I showed myself I could survive

I swore I would improve while I made my feelings hide

 

Verse 3: Hard Work

(1:39-1:49)

So I did just what I said and dedicated near a decade

To the sport that fit my fancy and advanced me to my best days

There were bruises down the path, and some left in x rays

But I made it through the storm by getting rid of rest days

 

(1:50-2:00)

From complacent in my basement to replace my own pace

I worked the grind since I was nine to reach a better place

I learned of "discipline" along with all its synonyms

And what it means to be a team was beat into my skin

 

Verse 4: Connections Made

(2:01-2:11)

And as for my accomplices, the ones who shaped and sharpened me

The ones who suffered with me, who assisted my epiphany

We are branded by the undertakings we withstood

And I aint tryna milk the sport, but it surely did me good

 

(2:12-2:22)

No friendships I could mention could possibly equate

To the men I went to war beside, since they alone relate

To monkey rolls and heavy breathing, heaving over trash cans

And ninety-three degrees inside of heated rooms and sweatpants

 

(2:23-2:33)

Though most are MIA today, the good ones kept their passion

They can understand my inexplicable attraction

All I have to pull me back are memories as reminders

The greatest lesson here is the post mortem binds survivors

 

Verse 5: Summary

(2:34-2:44)

This stint left me in splints, but I still reminisce with bliss

And thank the blessing dressed in wrestling for all its gifts

Many dared to share in the affairs of the square circle

But many are deterred just because the road is hurtful

 

(2:45-2:55)

This is the what I wrote for what many can't understand

To show the latent pain in every practice, every gland

Every lesson that I've learned, every failure, every friend

And it hurts me so much that it shall not come again