Didn't Measure the Heart

Doubted from the start, too small, too slow, never amounted to much

Measured the weight, expendable, measured the skill, forgettable

But they didn’t measure the heart, the center of motivation, the one thing you can't

sell short And my heart told me one thing, keep grinding, keep working, one day you

will be king ,And when I got my opportunity, I never looked back, taking names,

scoring TD’s, always on the attack, But I knew it wasn’t enough, with the attitude of

the  tough I kept perfecting my hustle, because there is one muscle they didn’t

measure.