What Would Paul Newman Do...

I always ask myself, "What would Paul Newman do?"
It's not a bad guide...
Cause I'm that kind of guy.
You earn no respect when you don't fucking try.
You can be weak at night in the depths of your bed,
But there's no room to be weak in the depths of your head.
Like that hip-hop fool,
Popping words like they're truth.
Keep your thought inside that frame.
Be in tune to when and where they display.
Like the rounders in Manhattan,
Cigarettes, leather jackets, attitudes they patent.
Youthful energy, aged wisdom, a soldier you've known.
Utilize every ounce of testosterone.
Keep your muscles clinched, over the bones.
Be wild young man, and howl at the moon.
You are bear-like, explore and push right on through.
Take your risk, take your licks.
Then brush it off.
Don't buy into the idea that you can ever stop.
Life is a bonfire.
So burn the lights out.
Burn right on through the hesitation and doubt.
Pull hard on the reel and take the leviathan out.
Up from the depths of the deep dark water,
Quiet and steady like your hard-ass father.
Cinch up the rope and sit high in the saddle,
Always know there's nothing you can't handle.
I learned my entire life not to be of ordinary men.
It's the struggle between the ninth rep and the tenth.
On the corner of ideal and faith sits my residence.
That's the definition of confidence.