“Prime State”

Back when the blood beat bold —
No breaks, no borders, no brakes.
Feral and focused, forged in flame,
Untamed, unshaken — I played no game.

Fuel-fed, full-force, I flew,
Fast-track mind and fists that knew.
Claws out, chaos in my chest,
Crushed every climb, passed every test.

No chains, no chill, no choice,
Just muscle and motion, marching with voice.
Stronger than sorrow, sharper than shame,
I was the fire. I was the flame.

This was my Prime State — savage and sound,
No fear in my face, no feet on the ground.
I was thunder, I was thrill,
A beast with breath and brutal will.
Burning bright in battle-born skies,
No doubts, no deals, no disguise.
Prime State — peak and pure,
Power pulsing, raw and sure.

Speed in my soul, storm in my stance,
Struck like lightning in a war dance.
Broke every boundary, bent every bar,
Heart like a hammer, chasing stars.

Fangs out, focused, never frail,
Momentum made to never fail.
Tore through time, tore through doubt,
If I was in — there was no out.

[Bridge] (Chanted or screamed)
I was the edge. I was the rise.
Flooded with fire, fueled by highs.
That was me — in full command.
Built to burn, born to stand.

That was my Prime State — potent and pure,
No weight in the world I couldn’t endure.
I was the echo that shook the street,
Every move, a marching beat.
Still in my veins that vision sleeps,
But once it wakes — it never weeps.
This ain’t fiction — it’s fate.
I’m still built for Prime State.

Prime State’s not gone — just grown.
Let the drums bring me home.

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