A fighter
A winner
A broken man

Pick ourselves up broken in hand
Humbled not once or twice
It may make us feel like mice

In this test, we show our great might
Most will turn away at first sight
Out-siders say we look like steal

We are only real
But this is what I am
A wresting man

It starts in our room
Where strong fighters bloom
Hot it makes others dwell

Some call it hell
I say it’s freedom
No worries in my kingdom

Not the worries of school
Nor life’s relentless rule
Only not to go down

For we need to be state bound
Preparing to go through the grind
We need to be refined

Through training, bleeding, and sweating
We will be ready for the fighting
We all say our prayers

Prepare to stop the naysayers
We came strong all as fighters
For we are wrestlers

A strong group
Brotherhood A family