Lyrics

[Verse]
Combat vet, desert sand in his veins,
Coach Hughes, wrestling mat, he reigns.
Bald head gleamin', short stature but slick,
Got the look, don’t care 'bout the critics’ shtick.

[Verse 2]
Iraq's heat, seen the worst of 'em all,
Poet with bars, his pen's might's like a brawl.
Moldin' lions, grindin', pay the dues,
Can't refuse that wisdom from Coach Hughes.

[Chorus]
Knockin' down doors, words like grenades,
Mind sharp, brass knuckle serenades.
Warrior poet, no damned façade,
Coach Hughes, life coach and god.

[Verse 3]
Mat’s battlefield, sweat, blood, and grit,
Short but mighty, every move legit.
Ain't here for glamour, ain't here for fame,
In the zone, just conquers the game.

[Verse 4]
Combat scars, he's seen the worst fight,
Eyes tell stories, under gym lights.
Cross his path, better prepare,
Respect the man, the myth, if you dare.

[Chorus]
Knockin' down doors, words like grenades,
Mind sharp, brass knuckle serenades.
Warrior poet, no damned façade,
Coach Hughes, life coach and god.