Bell to the Blocks

7:45 and I’m chasin’ down the hallways,

Whiteboard full of numbers, kids are lookin’ at me sideways.

Angles on the quiz, but I’m still thinkin’ ’bout my relay,

“Coach, what’s the homework?” — uh… I’ll tell you on the way.

Stepped in gum, coffee spilled, someone took my Expo,

But I’m hyped anyway ’cause the meet’s at Eliz’bethton.

Bell rings loud like the gun at the 4x8 —

Teach ’em math, coach ’em fast, tryna elevate.

And I’m runnin’ on the good days,

Smilin’ through the tough waves,

Tryna give these kids the best of me.

’Cause when the whistle blows,

I watch ’em chase their goals —

Ain’t no classroom that could set ’em more free.

Yeah, it’s the bell to the blocks,

From the desk to the track,

I go teachin’ equations then I’m fixin’ their form in the back.

And when life gets wild,

I just laugh ’cause it’s true —

I wouldn’t trade a single second,

I was made for this classroom-to-coaching-you.

Bell to the blocks,

Bell to the blocks.

Look—

I got calculators clickin’, stopwatches tickin’,

Breakin’ down limits then I’m buildin’ up kickin’.

One minute slope intercept, next minute splits —

Tryna teach ’em how to solve and how to never call it quits.

Yeah, Marsh in the building, energy stacked —

From geometry proofs to the curves on the track.

Kids say “Coach, how you juggle all that?”

Easy — I care. That’s the whole soundtrack.

And I’m runnin’ on the good days,

Smilin’ through the tough waves,

Tryna keep the whole thing rollin’ smooth.

’Cause every mile they chase,

Puts purpose in my day —

Man, I love watchin’ them grow into truth.

Yeah, it’s the bell to the blocks,

From the desk to the track,

I go teachin’ equations then I’m fixin’ their form in the back.

And when life gets wild,

I just laugh ’cause it’s true —

I wouldn’t trade a single second,

I was made for this classroom-to-coaching-you.

Bell to the blocks,

Bell to the blocks.

Uh — kids ask: “Coach, do you sleep?”

No. No, I do not.

But I’ll take every early morning,

Every long bus ride,

Every practice in the rain

With my team by my side.

When those PRs fall,

Man, the whole place shakes —

Feels better than a snow day

Or an extra lunch break.

It’s the bell to the blocks,

From the desk to the track,

From the lesson plans stackin’ to the 400m max.

And when life gets loud,

I just smile ’cause it’s true —

Yeah, I was built for this balance,

I was built for teaching & coaching you.

Bell to the blocks…

Bell to the blocks…

Yeah, we’re runnin’ from the bell to the blocks.