Weight Pile

Walked into prison young and small/ What I lacked in size, I made up in toughness/ Even that's not enough, these dudes are huge/ I hit the weight pile, tied up my shoes to choose/ What should I do, take a jog or walk a while/ I seen some dudes lined up at the weight pile/ Hitting that iron, getting swole as can be/ I found my spot in line, I gotta get swole, too/ Motivated by these other brothers getting their shine on/ Lil bitty dude, but I gotta get mine on/ I'm up next, but I couldn't compete/ I had to take a stack off because I was a lil weak/ Building myself up, day after day/ And every other day that pass, I add on more weight/ Now I'm getting stronger, reps getting longer/ Still a little skinny, but my muscles getting toner/ I'm steadily working out daily, I'm feeling my best/ My ego getting bigger, I even got a bird chest/ Dudes heard that so I flex all harder/ Every morning I'm waking up to peanut butter and water/ Hitting that iron, time after time/ Now I'm earning my respect, and got a spot on the line/ Female Cops watching me and they all over me/ Now I'm hitting the whole pile, with a dude on top/ Plus, I got a mentor, this old school brother/ He gave me a few pointers, see he wasn't like the others/ The others envied me, they were just haters/ Because now I'm getting big like Mr. Olympia/ Chest big, arms big, stomach on flat/ Shoulders wide stacked and my legs on stretch/ Even the male guards gotta tip their hats/ Because I came a long way and I can't look back/