Big weights come with big responsibility.
You don't just lift iron, you lift control, rage, and the fire that could burn everything around you if you let it.
The stronger you become, the harder it gets to carry it.
Because power isn't just in the bar, it's in you.
And when that rage hits, when the blood rushes and your vision goes red, that's when you control the chaos.
People talk.
They provoke.
They say, "More legs, bro.." again and again.
But they don't see what happens when i step under the bar.
They don't feel 500 kilograms crushing the air from my lungs.
They don't see the 220-kilo squat, the veins ready to explode.
And yet they talk.
Let them.
Because the iron doesn't lie, brother.
Real strength doesn't lie.
The sound of the plates hitting the floor shakes the gym, that's truth.
Fire in every set, no hesitation, no retreat.
I don't lift to prove anything.
I don't need validation.
When i finish my last rep, the weights shake because they know.
This isn't anger.
This is control.
It's not madness, it's mastery.
Raw power tamed by focus.
I stand next to anyone.
No back down.
No excuses.
It's me versus me, and not even i can stop what i've become.
Because true power doesn't lie.