Don’t—
Don’t check it.

I don’t count minutes, I compress ‘em
Time bends when the pressure present
Hands move fast but the mind calm
Every second sharpened like a fine blade drawn
They watch numbers, I watch form
I don’t stall when the doubt storms
I don’t race just to feel ahead
I race ‘cause the lane already fed

Pulse steady, pace intentional
I don’t need proof, I’m professional
If it’s late, I make it early
If it’s heavy, I carry sturdy

If I look down, I lose the line
So I keep my eyes where the road aligns

Don’t check the clock
I’m already locked
In the motion I chose
Don’t check the clock
I don’t need the watch
When the rhythm already knows
Don’t check the— (don’t check the—)
Don’t check the clock

I’ve seen panic eat momentum
I’ve seen patience turn potential
They wait for signs, I read signals
Every move clean, nothing accidental
I don’t stall in the maybe zone
I commit where the weight is grown
If it’s quiet, it’s focused
If it’s loud, I don’t notice

I don’t chase the finish line
I chase execution done on time
Iron grip, relaxed spine
Speed with discipline intertwined

Tick—
Tick—
That’s noise
Not truth

Don’t check the clock (already locked)
I’m in the pocket, I don’t stop (don’t stop)
Don’t check the clock
When the rhythm already knows
Don’t check the— (don’t check the—)
Don’t check the clock

Keep moving.