Yeah…
Some nights I feel the weight of every jersey on this list,
Broncos stitched across my chest like the memories I miss.
Bo Nix patience when the pocket starts to cave,
Surtain with the discipline — I stay locked on what I crave.
Bonitto in the chaos, I move quick through pressure,
Courtland jump-ball faith when the doubts feel extra.
Peyton taught me angles, Von taught me storms,
Tebow taught me pray even when the world transforms.
Demaryius in the clouds — I swear he still performs,
Every catch he ever made now beats inside my forms.
Mavs mindset in my grind — Luka with the calm flame,
Kyrie with the balance when I’m dribblin’ through pain.
Flagg got next — reminds me I still got time,
PJ Washington hustle, D’Lo ice in my mind.
Dirk one-leg fade when I shoot for my peace,
KP height in my spirit, Tyson strength in my reach.
Texas burnt orange bleeds through my veins,
Arch Manning focus when I’m steady rebuildin’ my lanes.
Adonai grace when I stumble in the dark,
Still hittin’ heartbreak routes, but I follow my mark.
I’ve been the Human Torch, burnin’ bright til I dim,
Fantastic Four in my circle — we lose, we win.
Flash mistakes, Reverse Flash regrets,
Spider-Man hold when I swing from the edge.
Invincible will when the bruises don’t show,
Omni-Man power when I learn to let go.
Marty McFly tryin’ hard not to rewind,
Doc Brown logic in the back of my mind.
DeLorean hope — doors open to the sky,
Tryna outrun every fear I never learned to identify.
Jim Halpert humor in a deadpan world,
Scooby-Doo courage when the truth gets curled.
Avengers-level purpose when my people pull me in,
Batman-level silence when I battle my own sin.
Adam Sandler heart — laugh hard or you break,
Baby Driver instinct when I hit the wrong take.
Cobra Kai grit — no mercy to my doubt,
Stranger Things nightmares I’ve been tryin’ to figure out.
Travis in my cadence, but the story’s all mine,
ASTROWORLD spirals when I fall out of line.
Rodeo hunger when I chase what I feel,
F-1 Trillion dreams when I’m grindin’ for real.
NF “HOPE” in the chapters that hurt,
Tecca “500lbs” when my strength don’t work.
Luke Combs sincerity, Cole in my pen,
NF in my shadows, Post in my zen.
SpongeBob laughter when the world feels fake,
Patrick and Bob’s Burgers help me deal with the ache.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch mornings when life’s too much,
Fortnite resets when I need that clutch.
NBA 2K sliders on the traits I lack —
Tryna raise awareness in the places I hold back.
These are timezones in my soul — miles, minutes, fear,
Every version of myself tryna whisper in my ear.
But I rise through the noise, like I always knew I would,
J. Cole spirit in my tone…
Tryna turn my flaws to something good.
Nbrannon77
