No Shortcuts

Step on the mat, hands low, eyes up,

We don’t fake here—we train tough.

Tie the belt, time to grind,

Every move builds the mind.

Break the guard, stay in base,

Pressure sharp, no wasted space.

Side control, block the hip,

Crossface hard, don’t let it slip.

We roll to grow, not to boast,

Tap, reset, chase the ghost.

From mount to back, earn the right,

This path is walked stripe by stripe.

No fast wins, no quick climb—

Just heart, sweat, and clean time.

Snap the grips, circle left,

Shoot the single, pass the test.

Half guard war, fight to clear,

Underhook strong, now shift the gear.

Pin the arm, climb the mount,

Stay composed, make it count.

Set the trap, lock the neck,

Finish clean—earn that check.

We roll to grow, not to boast,

Tap, reset, chase the ghost.

From mount to back, earn the right,

This path is walked stripe by stripe.

No shortcuts, no quick climb—

Just reps, respect, and time.

We fall, we tap, we rise again,

Each mistake sharpens the pen.

Write the story, fight your fight,

Show the world what’s done right.

Grip, pass, pressure, hold,

Gi or no-gi, young or old.

We chase the art, not the hype,

Belts fade—but you keep the stripes.

Stay in the room, keep the drive,

This is life—stripe by stripe.