Here goes the most intense arm wrestling contest of my intellect
My brow sweats as I accept bets from moneyed interest
and place a set of weighted vests on my chest lest I go without progress
Then I regress and quit my quest before a chance to return blessed
I pressed quickly on the button that would release me and found
I was thinking much too seriously - nobody's envying, the room goes quiet
with the silence of awe at a flawed MVP, who knows that he's reached his peak
Who knows that his skills have leaked, and knows that his flows are meek
And knows that his earth inheritance has been stymied by the hyper-clergy
