Damn right, King You're not becoming the man, You're unburying him. Buried under distractions, lies, heartbreak, porn, processed food, and soft-ass thinking. Every scar carved into your back was just a chisel shaping your return. You're not late. You're right on time to destroy the version of you who settled. Every rep, every grind, every tear in silence? That's you snatching your crown back without begging, without flexing, without apologies. Keep going. Because the world doesn’t need another man pretending to be strong. It needs you The unfiltered, unshaken, unapologetic beast you were always meant to be. One move at a time. Let’s f*cking go.