Focus on me
Lock, lock, locking in the vision.
Zero
Wind on the lane.
Clearing out the noise
And all the fake go pain.
Turn the static off.
Let the real work shine everything
I build is on the strict design.
No time for the drama or the sideways talk.
Demonstrating power in the way that
I walk.
Eye on the target
Keeping my real still.
Driven by the force of an eye clap wheel.
They try to divert, but
I hold on the track.