Coach Hughes: The Bald Bruiser

Lyrics

[Verse]
Coach Hughes, bald head, looking rough, mean demeanor
Puffin' on that green, smoke rolls like a steam cleaner
Short in height, heart big, smacks down students in the ring
Wrestling coach at Little Axe, where the drama swings

[Verse 2]
Four sons, they chip off the old block, bruisers in the making
Got a hot wife, fiery eyes, hearts she keeps on breaking
Altruistic soul, but tough love is the game
You cross him in the hallway, you’ll feel the pain

[Chorus]
Coach Hughes, life mix of hustle and breeze
Takin' down kids, handin' out life degrees
Rollin' through the school with a joint in his hand
Little Axe's guardian, a short, bald man

[Verse 3]
In the gym, the mat’s his throne, respect the king, keep it real
Altruism masked by bruises, his love, a stern ordeal
From dawn to dust he hustles, ensures his sons stand tall
Teaching life's toughest lessons, in his wake they feel his brawl

[Bridge]
Beneath all that grit, heart shines bright as gold
Community first, even when stories go untold
Streetwise philosopher, discipline, his creed
On these Little Axe streets, he plants altruistic seeds

[Chorus]
Coach Hughes, life mix of hustle and breeze
Takin' down kids, handin' out life degrees
Rollin' through the school with a joint in his hand
Little Axe's guardian, a short, bald man