Long Live Head

They call me Head—yeah it's short for Airhead, but I still own it

My minds messed up, but still I haven't blown it

Built a brand from bruises, turned the pain to power

Yeah this is Headrik—complicated by the hour

Started in the squared circle where i learned to fall

Until my spine was fractured, couldn't wrestle at all

But I didn't quit—pivoted instead,

created Rik Riley's Believe It or Not, just to butter my bread

I'm a Jack-of-all-trades because I had to be

Graphic design, podcasts, DIY degree

Got no credentials, just results & scars

I'm the self-taught king under broken stars

My memory's a glitch, but still my mind stays sharp

My pattern recognition cuts through my dark

I'm a little brain damaged, but I’ll compensate

With my verbal agility—watch me navigate

I'm an enigma wrapped in contradiction

Public heel, locker room face with conviction

Airheads my nickname but I'm razor-keen

The anomaly that you've never seen

I'm Headrik—flawed & inconsistent

Yeah Headrik—somehow still persistent

Complicated tapestry, I'm the only thread

Erik "Head" Briley—long live head

Dual persona—heel mode activated

Sarcasm loaded, confrontation calibrated

Don't disrespect my business, or I'll dismantle your take

Wrestling is realer than the people fake

But one-on-one? I'm gentle as they come

A pleaser, a protector, but uncomfortable with some

I Trust too early, i give too much away

The babyface in real life, the heel for the display

Schizophrenic episodes, psychosis in the mix

Mania keeps knocking, but I know this glitch

Mental health's a storm that I navigate alone

I turn the chaos into art, this microphone's my throne

They beat me down, but couldn't break my core

Their fists taught me what's really worth fighting for

Not revenge—nah, that's too clean

I fight for control of my own scene

My legacy echoes through the void

Cross me & you'll find pain deployed

Into rhythm, into sound, into brand

Solo architect with blood on my hands

Memory fragments, & trust that's guarded

But I joke about all the parts I've discarded

I'm Self-aware enough to know I'm strange

But I'm comfortable living in this range

I'm a father, creator, nerd, & more

Podcaster, writer, settling the score

With every syllable, reclaiming my name

Headrik is always rising from the flames

Not a hero or a villain in this tale

Just a man who learned to set his own sail

Survival's my resume, endurance my degree

You want credentials?

Just look at me!

Loyal to the boys & loyal to the art

Wrestling's in my blood, it's embedded in my heart

You wanna call it fake? I'll educate your soul

Cracking that skull—that's my role

So this was the story, raw & unrefined

A broken brain & a dangerous mind

Not despite my flaws—because of them instead

That's the legend that they call Airhead

Rik Riley's Believe It or Not—the brand, the mission

One man army, no permission

Headrik—the enigma, the anomaly, the thread

Erik "Head" Briley—long live Head